• Past the Black Horizon


    Behind the hills and valleys
    Past the marshy moors
    Upon the heathen grounds
    Lay the lost forgotten shores

    Upon the shores the willows grow
    Swaying in the wind
    Devoured by the darkness
    No shadows can be seen

    Hidden in the shadows
    Lie rivers slow and winding
    Weaving their own way
    Past the black horizon.