The moon dazzled me last night, As I woke from dreams of Saxon warriors. Swords and shores helmed deep Across the years. A ship sunk In a low east hill A helmet turns with the lunar tide.
Bodies and bone turned to sand Empty caskets blank to the starry sky, Warriors, lovers, beholders Slip into their Earth.
A graveyard of ship sails and men The tongue of a dragon whispers And calls them from the depths Of the river To clear water on the other side.