Hope is my armor in the darkness.
To ward against the hurt of time.
First breaking ray of dawn is my sword.
To fend the shadows from my mind.
The last lance of moonlight are the arrows
For my gleaming rain spun bow.
The light of the stars is my shield
To ward the silent blow
The unseen wind is my destrier, valiant
Steadfast in the charge, reliant
Antlered is my helm, shining and resilient
Rising in defiance against the unknown
With these I win the freedom
Swift and ephemeral
Peace wrought from chaos
An eye spark captured
For time enough to reach
Tentatively in Faith.
I am Firstborn.
R.W.W. banfiadh – wolfthought 2003