Land of Mist

Land of mists and mirrors

Leaden mountains, pewter seas

Phantom hills and crystal rivers

Above vast sands, brawny turrets tower

Tales untold behind their walls of silence

Layer on layer paternal voices blend and hang

In purest air they ring a tonal effigy

A melodic cast of their inherant land

In pastures green, cows like scattered coals

Plaintive bleats fly upon the wind

On higher climbs softer greens, tawny shades

Quilts of gorse and beaten heather made

Miles of emptiness in which stare and dream

To surrender - fold into infinity

And trip on fiery beasts that dwell unseen

Phantoms tramp the caverns spent

Under lumpy roofs of sullied soil

Where man's fate was ever black

Lie wispy husks of human toil

And those adjoining villages left gaunt 

Shadows sail the slopes, they turn the view

In blinks from bright to murky hue

And severed roots wander ever thirsty

Forget the low skies and sheet rain

Remember sunsets, sun and sky aflame

And walls stout of whittled lumps of stone

Shades of gray and green, spirits of their home