A Book

Walking this road Of meadows fair Across a deep blue sea To wondering paths - I dare, And to distant lands - I see. - Mighty Kings in arching halls Of pillared trees and water falls In fields of green the White Deer calls From hunting bows the arrow falls. - O'er merry lands the shadows coming Ravens flocking to fields of killing Slashing and stabbing, while armor cracking Towers burning and free men dying. - 'Though dangers fierce And terrors great, 'Though sorrow pierce The hearts of the great. - The Innocent to battle rise In gentle hands, the bloodied blade. From quiet lips, battle cries 'Though in many mounds be laid. - For to save soothing streams, Speaking trees, and honey bees, And the times of waking dreams, So others may enjoy all these. - Through bitter battles, shadow falls. The dead, they mourn on ashen field, Now in mead and feasting halls, They sing glories of sword and shield. - The road thus walked, I promptly retuned, From lands of the free, To pages turned, Of a dream sitting before me.