The Last Voyage
Å bright faced Celtic maiden hovered in his soal,
And the Irish Warrior that taught he was bold.
For who has won
and who has lost,
Nobody knows but we know the cost.
Ƭhe Tall ship sails off into the Mist
Remembers when the Couple first did kiss.
Black sails aloff,
the dreary mast
Knowing that this voyage is to be the last.
Ƭhe round tower fainting into the mist, on the cliff
side,
Peering out the
Window, his former Bride.
Upon the cliff
spray’s surf from a violent ocean,
almost dryed up
from all emotion,
Ƭhe Warrior grabbed his sword and looking pale
Could not find
coarse as he set sail.
Anyway direction that he would set,
This voyage was destined to be his death.
Ånd the Maiden
sitting in the tower,
She was always the one with inner power.,
Head held hight she glides away,
To go on and fight another day.
~
Dale - Eire 32
