His soul so silent
Yet I heard its sigh
Which longed for that paradise.
As I looked into his distant gaze
I remembered an old refrain…
“Heights by great men reached and kept…”
His memories he wrote with trembling hands
As tears rolled down cheeks roughed by dessert wind and sand
He who is now aged, was a great man.
He had fought with men of the viking clan
Robbed off an eye that never kept him blind
For he had lead an army small
That fought with men eight feet tall.
It was the skill of leading men to live
That carried on this soldier’s will.
Now the time has come where he longed to be
Another star among the starry sea.