Cared not for the solitude of my own

Bathed by winds upon a lonely rock

Barges and longboats alike formed a line

As I dreamt of mundane moments merely hours ago

Hounds without malice trotted by

A rocky trail heated my soles without blood drawn true

Sands awash caressed my calves

Emerald waves brought forth laughter's gift

From lads and fillies to babes and old

My sense greeted by sights of all

A beat skipped then in my true red heart

As a Gryphon hovered with a banner loft

Eagles screamed with their soaring pride

Forget not our fathers' pledge

Gone were they, yet alive and true

Pillars of old we called a legacy

Summed up in words as a bow of strength

Held in my hand with arrows true

Whom shall be the maid years may promise forth

Such a futile quest I still scoff

For I knew the horn blared by hardened folks

Leaping forth, I greeted my comrades old

"Set the sails and care not a mocker's cold!"

Hence the answer

"Aye! And he who sneer greet be he who drown!"

Ballistae manned by forefathers' pride

As a roar bellowed to horizons true

A mere name is Sea Lion's flag

For we know not another rest