Gather our arms and let’s march afar,
Sharp spears, swords, shields and all.
Flood their lands with all their blood,
Streams, rivers and all we could else.
With a thorn in my heart,
All these year I have fought,
Restless, eternal peace, I have sought.
Beyond the shallow waters of my thought,
Across the deep oceans of my heart,
A name has long been engraved!
At an arms length, shimmeringly rests,
A taled famed Jewel, carved in blue ice.
Well cased in its depth, shivering she bests,
Its growing void; feeding off its spice.
When an hour is a day,
A day is a year,
And a season is like the passing of a lifetime.
Sometimes, I sit, hit
in a candle lit room.
I wish, I can fly, high
into the sky and never return.