The youth I cradled in my arms, held him against my breast,
and took him from the sea to land, from war and unto rest.
The tale he told me when he woke and when his cure was done
of what the strange, nightmarish folk, who never see the sun,
had planned within their fetid caves and made ready to do
and how the one who brought him there had proven himself true
has made me wonder at the figure steering in the night.
I wonder why he sailed his ship into the dim horizon’s bright and rising sun-filled light.
Steering in the Night | Part II
Tale Told 