New Beginning

It is over.
Thornten and Craehb and Shanchie
Have taken their spoil
And have gone,

And now the land,
Barren and wasted,
Fights for a new birth.

I'll heal my wounds,
Like before,
And turn the soil
With the sweat of brow and back,

And with God's grace and might,
May there be green again
Upon these hills.

We will burn the former encampments,
And their soldier weapons
Will be turned
Into plows,
Forks.

Their armour
Melted and beaten
Into storm lamps
And water basins
For the sheep
And goats.

I pray for peace...