Mistborne Cycle (Part II): Erin Go Bragh

In the chilling twilight
Her breath, in dewy wisps,
Is carried softly to me,
Moistening my face and lips.

“I shall not be returning,”
I whisper to my crested mistress.
Will she miss me?
I wonder;
She has so many men
Whom have life long loved her.

My beautiful Erin, my mistress main,
It is she whom I would least
Care to leave forever.
But as I sit beside a tree, weary,
I realize my greatest journey comes.
The man I might have been
Is passing quickly now
Over the horizon of my Dreams.
Pity no sunrise, only dusk.

Oh Sailé, with your sapphire attire,
I shall miss our romps.
No more shall I ride
Your tempest freely,
Nor feel your salty
Breath upon my face.
Erin, my emerald-cloaked sovereign,
I return to your embrace.
I rest easy knowing you shall,
With your warm and strong caress,
Hold my earthly goods far more lovingly
Than do I.

Sailé, goodbye.

The night brings darkness
Most quickly this eve.

Erin Go Bragh......