Mother was weeping
Kins were bemoaning
Some were murmuring something
And some were silent
...
The Traveller
Frightening darkness
Does not put me on this
Says my beloved
Oh dear
The zest of your love
Frazzling me in every second
Glows from longing
Rising within my inner soul
Oh my love
I am a mere traveller
Your hot kisses will be geared up
My every footstep
Glare of your eyes
Will be lightening my rugged path
Oh dear
I have no time to bid farewell
Shires may be waiting for my arrival