There I sat and watched,
as the White Ships bare them hence.
I stood and wept, one so wretched,
left now alone, with no fence.
The White Ships bore them hence.
A seagull did fly upon the wing
its mournful cries tinged with darkness.
I felt for a time that my heart could not sing,
but still I knew my ending would be no less.
The White Ships bore them hence.
With a wild and insatiable heart did I remain,
now to explore, to learn, to fight
here in the wide, wide world, beneath sun and rain,
until in the end, the sea must always be in my sight.
The White Ships bore them hence.
Even now I hear the song of the sea,
blending as one with that of the forest.
Prick an ear and hearken to root and tree,
before departing at last to eternal rest.
The White Ships shall bear me hence.
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The White Ships
Submitted by Gallatrien on January 12th, 2018
