• I loosened my hope like a desparate
    arrow.To death that I love.My
    cry was lost in the sea that meets the cliffs fiercly,caught by the wind
    in the bare-branched thorns,flown
    on rook’s wing over the hills.It fell
    with the mist and burned in the
    fires.Oh,Lady send me a sad song,
    sing me home,sing me home.The
    dead lord has come with his hounds
    about him.They ring me close at
    bay,to gods of fear and despair.
    They chant my doom darkly.I am
    lost in a land rife with the pitiless foes,
    but high is the road that leads to
    life’s end.To death must I yield,but
    not to defeat.Oh,Lady,send me a glad song,send me home,send me
    home.