Craft Poem by Jerome Brooke

Forward sailed the royal craft, ebony and gold,
Gleaming with jewels.
Sails of red great circles made, racing the clouds,
Before a gale of rage.

Her regal circuit closed about her island realm,
Lands noble and pure,
Spells were cast, wisdom sought, and dreamed,
Safety and wealth to ensure.


Her prince his sword, of steel and will,
Was at her command.
Light was her heart, filled with song,
To see her lands.

Her soul filled with cares, sad and sharp,
Of realm and state.
Returned our queen to her hall, of stone,
To seek her fate.