Sleep
tight, my precious one,
Dreams will come before the sun.
Rising slow, and falling fast;
Below the trees, until at last,
She cries a mournful song.
Tired
eyes say their prayers,
'Till tomorrow, leave your cares.
A ranger's work is never done;
A lover's dream has just begun.
Rest deep until the dawn.
Pictures
flow into your mind,
Recounting scenes left far behind,
Of fighters bold, and lovers true,
Noble friends, but scoundrels too,
A squall before the calm.
But gentle
times are near at hand,
And peace be soon within the land.
Love softly beckons warm embrace
To take you to a timeless place.
An Isle amongst the storm.
And when
awakened by the light,
Soft whispers faded with the night,
Into your arms I come.
By:
Canthor
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