Cold Dawn

Far from the Lands
My Forebears called their Own.
I stand on the Scorching Sands.
A line that carries a Heavy reason to Live.
A Solemn Stare with the piercing
Glare of the Raging Celtic Dragon.
The Rising Sun Sheds her Tears
Of Pity to see me this Way.
The Winds of this New Land,

Kiss my face in a Respect out of Fear.
Fear for what I am.
A Viking Princess and
Celtic Druid Priestess Warrior
Standing to Brave the
Cold Sea Side Dawn.
To Brave the New Sea,
The New Land
And This New World.