Sad winds sweep the shores
Near a place called Holt Lutra
Where I first saw daylight the day I was born
And the Lone seabirds call
O'er the grave of them all
Whilst my tears mingle into the seas as I mourn.
For those Tears of all Oceans,
The pearls like pink rosebuds,
Once plucked from ther waters beneath the deep main,
Oh my mother and father
Dear sisters and brothers
In the gray light of dawn all my family were slain.
They sailed in by nightdark,
Those cold, heartless vermin,
Their pity as scant as the midwinter's greath,
Then laughing and jeering,
As slashing and spearing,
My kinfolk were slaughtered by wavescum to death
But their greatest mistake was,
They left Lutra's daughter,
I swore then an oath that the seasons would show
My green arrows flying,
And seavermin dying,
Cursing thier last breeath beneath the swift song of my bow.
So vengance will drive me,
As long as my paw's strong,
To sharpen a shaft and my bowstring to stretch.
The price vermin paid,
For six perls from a raid,
Is that death bears the same name as I, Grath Longfletch

~Grath reciting her poem to the inhabitants of Holt Rudderwake


"I would not like to be the beast that slain her kin. That creature carries death in her paws!"
~Watervole Glitch to his wife Sitch

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These are 2 poems from "Pearls of Lutra" and are copyrighted by Brian Jacques

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