Early 2004
The opening three stanzas of what could be a narrative work at some point. Mining a fantasy vein here again.
Redeem! Redeem!
Ye twilight child,
A light upon the eastern wild
And bold ye fool, ye tempest, and ye stormful child of war
And laugh to be alive
The world is ill for thee.
Behold! Behold!
Ye starlit wanderer
Fire upon the sunrise yonder
And hope to ride the tempest and the maelstrom tides of war
And weep to be alive
The road is long for thee.
Arise! Arise!
Ye fire-born angel
Time awakes thee doom and danger
And haste to guide the tempest in the wilderness and war.
And sing to be alive
The call is meant for thee.
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