After a Battle Sword in hand I pace the ground Gazing over land Tinging brown.
The web spins thick But the sword is sharp And arm is quick Emotion stark.
The dross is flung Far and away Their words hung, None can say.
Melding with Storm I leave my Mount Removing the thorn And taking account.
I know who you are. I remember you. Can you dim the star Or stop the dew?
Scales flash My laughter rumbles The airs clash While fear stumbles.
You can't harm me, No power of your own. Can't drain the sea! This is my stone. | |