Endings and Beginnings

- by Lady Teleri the Well-Prepared
Written for the occassion of Baron Sean and Baroness Elizabeth's descent from the throne of Storvik, January 20, A.S. XLI.

Grief, grey-eyed,       grows great at leave-taking,
The end of things       always brings sighs;
Remember we do       days drifted past us.
Treasures long lost,       lamented their going.
All things that were fair       fix in our minds
Hall-joys we had,       horns of good mead;
Brave warband we were       winning glory and gold
But put off sorrow,       sink grief into the sea.
All things end       - from endings spring starts.
Departing one place,       putting oars to water,
Means also the start       of a sea-borne voyage.
Who shall wonder       what wyrd may come,
What war-songs will sound,       what swords will clash,
What cries of mirth       will mix with laughter
In gold-hung hall,       on grey-foamed sea,
Wheresoever our travels      take us in coming days?
Where stout hearts go,       good will follow.