The Valley of the Black Pig
The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,
And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries
Of Unknown perishing armies ...
We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,
The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world's empires, bow down to you,
Master of the still stars and ...
What are your thoughts/interpretations of this poem?
Obviously the first half relates to the "black pig" and I think the next half switches to a human tone... I have several ideas of how the first and second half are related but I'd like to hear what you guys think!