Song of The Herald


No sea wide enough
Even the sea beyond which
Lies the last peace.
No river bright enough
To wash this blood away.

Teach me courage
As the foe bears down
Teach me patience, teach
Me love. But most of all
Teach me war.

Born to sing the beauty
Of the evening star
Born to measure summer
In a stately dance. Born
In blood The Age of Blood to end.

- Varda