Immram

Upon the waves the ancient's gravesThrough tempest, thirst and plagueBeneath the sky of the maters eyeSo grey, we sail for EireBlind embarking in purple twilightWestward through the nightA shore to be reachedA battle besieged insideIn darkness the fearful satBeside themselves without a prideA greater power guided, challenged,Guarded the thresholds of their mindsLost are we who bask in comfortAway from pain and strifeTo reconnect, electrifiedBy tales told in the pale moonlightAnd then an island came in sightA weary crews heart filled with lightUntil a scent of death blew eastBones strewn the shore for a ravens feastOur ship was thrown into the rocksImpaling three on boney docksPerhaps our fate was to be lateA grave at sea merciful would beFire…reigning from the skyWater…endless brimeAir…parching, hot and dryFor earth we search and pray to findScorn…hungry and bleeding and left for deadHopeless…could we trust our mindsDesperation…forced to feed upon the deadSurely hell is On This EarthWandering without directionBetwixtInsanity and a drowned hope for lifeMy boney hands they held my faceA truth to us came at nightStaggering we reached the western shoreDying we faced our every fearRegret then was meaninglessSalvationA three skinned boat appearedNow we flee the west, having passed our testThe horrors beckoned 'join us”Forever would we restBut nay, to our land we shall returnTo pass the stories onFor all to fearBut forever learn