Shireroth

From Yardistan to Absentia,
Breathe life into me as I sleep,
While I dream of the Isles.

Underneath the stars, memoria
I am lost in the black and deep,
While I dream of the Isles.

A tender moment, deliria,
But no I cannot sleep tonight,
and I do not dream of the Isles.



Bad poetry brought to you by insomnia.

Shall we start a Bad Poets Club? All we need to do now is to get Erik composing verses and convince him that the club's title is "ironic" and we'd have a quorum...

You know what? Sure.