Lads of E3
11-25-2009, 04:44 PM
The touch of feathery sand,
By boats we scarcely see,
Awakens forest sirens,
But stuns us all to silence.
The way you come ashore,
As if the sands a chore,
Parted by your boughs,
As if you kept no vows.
Now help us please to see,
What great harm we did to thee.
For you tore apart our lands,
So unaware we crossed your plans.
For the thing that was unclear,
Was the greatest thing you fear.
We lions left untamed,
But killed just the same.
By boats we scarcely see,
Awakens forest sirens,
But stuns us all to silence.
The way you come ashore,
As if the sands a chore,
Parted by your boughs,
As if you kept no vows.
Now help us please to see,
What great harm we did to thee.
For you tore apart our lands,
So unaware we crossed your plans.
For the thing that was unclear,
Was the greatest thing you fear.
We lions left untamed,
But killed just the same.