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