Old Mornings Dawn

Flammifer Beneath the moon and under star he wandered far from northern strands bewildered on enchanted ways beyond the days of mortal lands Through evernight he back was borne on black and roaring waves that ran o'er leagues unlit and foundered shor

The windy years have strewn down distant ways; and in the halls still doth thy spirit sing songs of old memory amid thy present tears, or hope of days to come half sad with many fears. Though along thy paths no longer runs while war untimely takes th