(Spending time by the sea and with the sea people gives Naergon the occasion to note down another poetry, whose author few remember more than this sad song of his about his lost love)
I long for a cage even though my wings are still strong
Craving the peace it would give me, away from all wrong
My soul chose its harbor long ago under another sky
One choice! Within reach or beyond, should I live or die
I am a swan whose cry shatters the peace of the night
When all that I held dear is lost and nothing is right
But a thousand of years is just a blink of the eye
Holding closed my tears until I'll too, one day, die
All roads to you lost meant more than I'd bear
So I melted what-ifs and the deepest despair
Into an alloy of dreams and I made for my heart
An intricate cage that would keep it from falling apart
I wish that I had hopes which like gems I'd inlay
And I'd crown it with the happiness of even one day
But, in lack of all that, I smith with what is:
To hold shreds together, not for sore eyes to please
My cage-armor's protection still takes its sharp toll:
I had so little to work with, my cage is so small
No wonder I feel it like a claw around my heart
Who rebels and would grow to tear it apart
Never another choice, like it was no other before,
Should my wings glow ghost-white an eternity more
Under this moon or under another sky's stars
A cage made of love or one made of scars
Had I a way to turn time and live once again
I'd change just one thing: this cage, for shielding from pain,
I'd wave it much earlier and from silver and gold
And I would dare to ask using your smile for its mold
I'd encrust it with all the joys that together we'd gather
I'd pad it with truths that we'd teach one another
I would ideally shape it like a nest, sheltered far from the sea..
But I'd too gladly settle for a cage that are just your arms around me
