From World's Edge

I saw a mountain give itself away

Did it request to be the best we never played

Does it burn until we have nothing left

Sit and watch the sea be pulled away

From under skies edge does it sway

Pushing and towing be it a powerful wave

Aching sea urchins with shells do announce

The rolling tide be a storm of years in rage

I see before me all it can be

I just can’t see me at the edge of the seat

No reflecting trophies hold me to account of this jury

Hell hounds be the sea and the fury

Goodbye to my dreaming weary eye

Keeper of lost thoughts fallen in time

May mother keep you warm and close

Love be no envy of those still holding their post