Red Rose

I've heard of the white lands,
- the meadows of silver
where light is still warm

Dear songwriter, windwhistler
can you fly me away -
escape these plains of lament

I'm chained to the ground
and tired of world's treason
A shadowed torn, once torn apart

I seek knowledge before faith,
and I seek faith before fortune
Save me, for I can not die

A red tinted world,
everything is dyed in my blood
please forgive me my scenery

Dear windwhistler, I still believe
my faith lies with you
and the white lands

and in the meadows of silver

http://tinypic.com/r/28koc5v/7
I made the image above. today. Just wanted to illustrate the poem, or something!

I've heard of the white lands,
- the meadows of silver
where light is still warm

....

<Nirdor sits down underneath an ash tree and dreams about some lands far far away while his pouring himself with Heidrun's Mead>

Very nice

Thank you, very much!

That's just a beautiful piece of poetry, Avenlia!

Now I got inspired... I might just finish a poem I've been thinking about.