Sunday, 18 April 2010

Remembering Malacandra

Pale blue sky, chill and clear
I breath deep of cool fresh air
Gaze up at rose coloured cloud
An alien world of life endowed
A lake of broken water, swirling
Upon strange creatures soaring
Upon the purple mountainsides
Where mottled pale sun abides
Rimmed with petrified trees
High above where air leaves
And cold starlight shines down
Covering heights with icy gown
The land of the Hross, the Sorn,
So far from where I was born
A place of eldila, moving light
Intelligence fast, scarce in sight
I will remember, I will return
Of Malacandra, I shall yearn.

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