Jaelri

Whistling gale, so whimsical Shall bluster o'er a wave Storm's respite in salted brine As lucid dreams enslave Kiss of foam, innate this time Reprimanding depths descend Cruel upon mine breast, respite Defiant, meets the end Bleeding heartsore recompense Replace the love I crave Immersed in whirling currents, sink To a cold and watery grave

Thyme, the rugged warrior-saint Mystic ancients croon his lore Moonstone tablets bear his name Cold, as night darkens the moor Swells of satin curtains glow In the moonlight, soft refrains Haunting melodies, merging Thirsting ground awaits the rain Rhythm floats, wild grasses sway Matching paces to the wind Bearing the heavy, dark-rich scent Of a thousand-year battle's end Drenched in iron-bladed dew Armageddon of the night Shoulders stiff, he bows his head To await the dawn of light