I came upon this land that was so far from home,
Far beyond the lands that have been sown.
Free from the tools that burden its ground,
And safe from feet that always push down.

It is dawn’s break and the moon’s rise,
It is the soft of moss and the sharp of knives.
A place haunted by it’s own ghost,
Free from noise and so silent on its coast.

I wish to stay for a long time,
To walk the woods
and make this silent coast mine.
With no cloak, no shield, not even a sword,
I will rule over this place as its lord.

Let humility and hubris be forgot,
And I will rule as others have not.
Far from lands that have been sown,
Blazing a trail that will be my own.

While my heart yearns for what once was home,
I fear that I will hunger for what was once known.
Though when I leave, I’ll be sure to say before I go,
That you, my land, I loved you so.