MFRH032

Chapter 1 - Wherein Our Hero Sets Out on His Journey

Across the sea, aboard a ship
he set out for a journey
He traveled far, with his guitar
and trusted daschhund - Orney

The wind, which once in foreign lands
Did travel and did sing
Was waving through his wavy hair
And fortune did it bring

He stood upon the gilded bow
of Frosephus, his vessel
A mighty ship- through arctic ice
She once her way did wrestle

He looked towards the setting sun
Which seemed so free and rapid
He knew its soul was old and dark
Its consciousness was vapid

The sun - his mark, he set his course
He’d catch it soon enough
He’d find it, tear it, and envelop
Its brightness all a bluff

He spent his years, in vain pursuit
But now another dawned
He knew (his doubt was so minute)
His foe would soon be pwned

He spent his years, in dark pursuit
Striving for the light,
Towards the sun to match the heat
Which brightly burned inside [him]

Across the sea, aboard a ship
Lord Haigathy did go
Towards the sun, which he could best
With his majestic fro

Type: art.poetry.original
Produced by: Samuel Taylor Coleridge