New Setting - Gwynbleidd

with solemn gaze towards the far

gathering remnants of vibrant unease

the sun inert, behind a sullen fog

and still towards eastern shore

the time begone became my northern star

like so many times before

into primeval

with disquiet at hand

the sole ward laden by avowal

and this eve’s contrieriety manifest

there alive by midnight wild

the weary guard watches

gathering around

as winds dance upon the nest again

see me in the summer night

among the ones who knew my tale

know me still

for i am returned to where i dwell

brought upon the summit of hope

where tracks blend with echoes of the past

the blooming flora I’ve come to cherish

extends its fearful hand

how weak my voice among the winds of time

how small my stance, against collosal trends

how feeble my hope in the hands of the maker

(and) how misguided my reason to beg for this

— a new setting

And there at the solstice of this animation

to disperse back into the void…