Out into the Frontier
We ride
Our Hearts filled with Fear
And Foolish Pride
Into broken Horizon
And slate coloured Waves
Rain pours on
Over hollow caves
Of water and Cold
The roll of Thunder
Seals our Last oathe sold
To skeleton hands that drag us under
The moving hills are tombs
In the place that is Never still,
Where Liquid Mountains boom
As their Hollow caverns fill
And Empty waves
Pound away in the Madness
Nothing else saves
Us from our Sadness.
Out into the Frontier
We ride,
To Disappear,
To Hide.
Original Poetry 