To the North, To the North
Unforgiving landscape calls and calls
Leagues of riding with luck
Endless plodding when not
A life of travel whispers her will

I abandoned my land
Could I then understand
That my dance with her majesty
Death was not to ever end?
Now I tend to think it was planned...

I have seen many lands, amazed by
The courts and kings I was to defend
Yet the wealth never helped,
So alike an empty and hollow parade
No place ever felt warm, no place to call home....

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