Thalla's Farewell
Autumn's hold is strong and greedy,
And winter threatens with his icy grip,
And raging, and frightened, and taken with grief,
A woman in war paint waits on the ship.
She sings her song to raise the beast,
Oh, lovely and brave, she stands in the prow,
She watches the ghost ship sail on its long way,
She watches as long as time will allow.
Turning now, her eyes all ablaze,
She gives orders for land, afraid nevermore,
For with blood on her face, and acknowledging winter,
Fair Thalla, The Wavesinger, goes to make war.
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