William Burt King of the Trees Torsil Time Christian Fantasy

THE BALLAD OF LURALIN

Luralin, O Luralin,
Isle of Everlasting Light,
Amid the night, your Tree shines bright,
Across the Sea of El-marin.

Our fathers walked beneath the Tree,
Which towered taller than the sun;
Its leaves were of the starlight spun;
Its shadow fell beyond the sea.

The voice of Gaelathane they spurned,
The Ageless One who never dies,
Whose counsel made our fathers wise;
To lies and greed their hearts had turned.

They wearied of the water's roar,
And longed for wider lands to win;
They left the Isle of Luralin
To weep beside a foreign shore.

Without the Tree, the people pined,
And walked the wooded hills, bereft
Of all the glory they had left
And ever after sought to find.

Though many a sturdy ship set sail,
With many a seaman, true and brave;
They foundered on the fathomless wave,
And none returned to tell the tale.

Yet Luralin appeared at night,
A faithful star still shining free,
Beckoning across the sea,
But bitterly they bore the sight.

Luralin, O Luralin,
The home of trees that never die,
Across the seas, beyond the sky,
In dreams, I'll walk your woods again.

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