Aralcor

Up, upon a place,
Where the rolling hills fall past my feet-
Off, in the distance,
Where the horizon glows blue in the fading twilight-
There, up there,
Is where my heart longs to be.
Further beyond the valleys of steel and ice,
With their villages of men pounding sword and stone
As their fires smoke heavily into the night.
Past the chaos,
Where a cool wind blows away the dusty air of the world
And brushes the stars clean.
That place beyond,
Where those with brave hearts walk among the lions,
And sing the wild, free songs of the starlight,
And dance among the sapphire mountains.
Oh, Aralcor,
Where the wanderers at last find their home,
And are happy to roam no longer.
That is where I wish to be.