Golden Mane

Golden Mane was not born
Child ignorant of our scorn
Strength not gifted free
The ship is to see the sea
The Golden Boar was not delivered
Into the coals the serpents slithered
Forged of fire and true earth
Each painful strike, a new birth
The sun a rampant mane
Tusks of one deemed insane
Fated, one must charge forth
Burning star of the north
Into the forest one shall retreat
Seed of oak, warrior’s meat
Leave me to my silent stampede
This solitude I do need
Indeed, for you, I wish to speak
But how does such one greet?
The magic sounds between each
What worth will we seek?
Do you hear Lightning’s song?
What wish do you long?
Do you hear the Goddess sing?
Have you felt the honeyed sting?
If we knew not, what do the stars show?
If we knew not, what is the sun’s glow?
The scent of flower, what do you feel?
A full moon of autumn, is this life real?
I shall retreat
Into the forest none may greet
There is too much to feel
Too much to steal
I will return glowing bright
The inferno grows with delight
From the forge came forth the Golden Boar
Flaming arrow, to death one soars

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