Tale Of The Wayward Voyager

Braving the cold
The old familiar storming of
Wind and snow
Ripping from the isle.

With sail and oar
I cross unending ocean as
Times before
My back to the wind.

Onward to crystal shores and soaring mountainside
Into the frost of northern breath
“Never say die!”.

With every season time is withering
Over perilous lands I roam
Far is the passage through abysmal seas
The ever-stretching shadow of home.

Wayward I wonder
As ravens are soaring
Through dark skies aloft.

The sparks on high
Streak across the canvas of
Winter sky
Cloaked by the night.

Star-fields glare
A symphony of celestial
Stratosphere
Polaris guides.

The matron of North, empress of eternal ice
Brings forth frostbitten flesh.

Spiraled in darkness, haunted by echoing songs
from those who drowned below.

Claimed by the sea, so numbing and deep
At the heart of the storm.

Felled by the wind, my sail torn to rags
A voyager I am no more.

Cyclonic thunder, fire-bolts strike
Pitching the ship to its side.

Snow-blinding maelstrom, blizzardous rage
Death-bound to my blackened grave.

And as I feel my blood begin to freeze
Never again will I return home.

Wayward I wonder
As ravens are soaring
Through dark skies aloft.

Braving the cold…

Take me home.