Cold waves mark out the empty expanse of night sky -
thunderous vibrations
sharp, hard blasts of wind and rain
against this, a steady heart and steady hand.


The waves rumble onward -
the sound of a thousand mighty horses
waterous hills and valleys
in endless thirst.


Home to the ancient heroes of old -
the Spear-Danes in days gone by
by warmth of a hearth stone
by an old seaway.


To live a life of endless journey,
the fate of those whose hearts were as big as the world.

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