Northern Gales

Ocean spray from distant times,
So long ago it was.
Sat I upon the heaving deck
Crying up a fuss

The gulls afloat on maritime breeze
Soared between the masts
With raucous cries, they wheeled above
The memories long past

Mother stood at polished wheel
As the north wind blew
Into our sails and past my cheeks
Through rapid chops we flew

The crew was strong and shouted loud
Around me all was aroar
Tall waves opposed our hasty course
Onto our deck they pour'd.

The howling gale waged upon
Our ship a mighty war
Sleet beat down like knives and thorns
Our deaths had seemed so sure

But Ilyrean Isle's shores of white
Greeted us one morn
With the Sea Lord's guidance, we had passed
The night of wrathful storm

With glowing hearts, the crew breathed
A sigh of relief and hope
And in a week, we'll cast off again
And sail through Hell back home


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Daedalan, in the year 584 AF.