Proem

And beneath the morning stars converge
The tired light of torches march
Waiting for the ships to roll back in

Through the weary
Waiting veil of hope

With steel resolve
They slowly creep ashore
And into beds that once were cold

They rout the chill with burrowed claws
To rend their yearning

And once the sun clears the frozen fog
Soft they slumber (so softly they slumber)

Backs turned to the dawn