Wings forged in furnaces of dreams,
In a land of Ancient oaks,
Fly high above dew lit fields,
Silver streams in moon lit glow.
Old stars born before my story,
Now guide me anew,
Wings embossed with natures beauty,
Stay strong in winters rage.
Far below marbled seas so wild,
On the breeze of gods unseen,
Free of spirit no fear to behold,
Seasons will come and go.
Upon high over granite rocks
Looking into the sun
Legends of crafted limbs
Will inspire dreamers yet born
