The Wanderer’s Song: A Tale of Yore
A Tale of Yore: The Wanderer’s Song In lands where shadows stretched so wide, And winds did whisper o’er the tide, A wanderer roamed with heart so drear, His steps were light, his purpose clear. Through woods of oak, where time stood still, And meadows kissed by autumn's chill, He sought a star, his guiding flame, A beacon bright, devoid of name. Upon a hill, so high, so steep, Where ancient stones their vigils keep, He paused to gaze on realms below, Where rivers danced and moonlight glowed. “Lo!” quoth he, “What dreams may dwell, In yon fair vale, where echoes swell? What secrets hide ‘neath nature’s guise, In silken mists and azure skies?” The night grew deep; the world grew pale, As he did weave his mournful tale. “Once I had kin, a hearth, a home, Yet now I tread where wild beasts roam. For fate’s cruel hand, in shadow clad, Hath stolen all the joys I had. My father’s sword, my mother’s song, Are but faint ghosts, where I belong.” The stars did glimm...