I am the master of my order
And proud and honourable it is
I am the great and sole recorder
My recollections shall not be hid
I am the regent of these wide lands
They are loaned from a far-away king
I am the leader of this my band
Though not sweetly yet truly we sing
I am the keeper of a portal
A passage far to a boundless place
I am a lone and wand’ring mortal
And you shall see my face
actually one of the oldest poems i've written, found the other day when looking through old notebooks and touched up a bit. so still no new poetry.
