Rest now, warrior, for your time has come
Your silver armor is broken
Your sword can no longer fight
Look at the sky for the last time
And listen to the wolf howling to the Moon.
Little snowflakes, covering the pale face
As the kingdom is burning,
For the young ones
Don't know how to wear a crown
And the thorns in their cold hearts
Will tear them apart.
Night comes now, warrior
But the torches will light your way
To the Lands where no one has been
Only the brave men are blessed to see
What was hidden from the human eye.
Maidin mhaith, laoch
The boatman said and waved at you
The old wooden boat will take you away
From these walls of ice and sorrow
You will be free.
Author's note: Maidin mhaith, laoch means Good morning, warrior in Irish Gaelic.
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Poems
Poetry"Always be a poet, even in prose." - Charles Baudelaire I love to read poetry, but even more to write it. Here, I will show you my poems, some of which are inspired by famous songs, books, and movies. I'm not a native English speaker, so if you find...
