Interlude 18: Fly Away
Fly away, you noble hawk,
this is no time to rest your wings
amid those who haughty squawk.
No honor is gained by such things.
Mayhap you will return
to keep our tender bed.
Until then I alone will yearn
and pray peace will pillow your head.
Gentle knight, take up your sword
until the time of battle is done.
Gentle love, make mute your words
until all is lost or won.
The moon is solitary as she wanes
and alone dies her light.
While darkness reigns
you are my sole delight.
Return to me in brighter days
when the fields embrace the spring.
Return to me in brigher days
and I will accept your ring.
Fly away, to the distant horizon
where you will meet your destiny,
take the honor my heart relies on
and leave your heart safe with me.
You are mighty of arm,
but if your arm should fail,
your heart will meet no harm
until I return it to you past the Veil.
Svenya the Bard
