Oh cold Highlands
Place of Gaels
How icy your winds
How the brave have come to rest on your horizons
War in your hills, written on the hearts of warriors
Your earth bears the crimson of legends
And the footprints of weary Greaves
Oh how fragile is life
An arrow from afar extinguished the flame
Warmth fades and iron meets Dalradian
Life becomes but a memory
A memory of his dearest fills his heart
The smell of Thistle fills his lungs
A single tear falls and one last breath escapes
Grey is the world and black is the sky
Oh cold Highlands
Place of Gaels
How icy your winds and sad your past
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Oculis Caeruleis
PoetryA collection of my deepest thoughts, feelings, and dreams. I hope these words find their way into your heart, soul and mind. Feel the words. Smell the scents. See the colors. Enjoy the journey
