Amrinnah's Walk
Amrinnah Hillsong swings her mantle
Shawling it about her head,
Tossing fringe as wind goes winging
Where the sleet of tears is shed;
With her burnished hair unpinning,
Still approaching Stormking's blast--
On flinted bootheels from her last
She strides across the wuthered fells
Courier of garnered spells.
Swirl of teal becomes Amrinnah,
Tramping, sturdy, over hills;
Apples in her cheeks are ripened,
By the smarting of the chills;
Gathered pebbles are her stipend,
Gleaming flint, refracted quartz,
Dug from walls of ancient fortress;
Clinking secrets in her cache-
Wrapped and doubled in her sash.
Amrinnah Hillsong, pinned with heather,
Faded spray from Grandam's dower
Luck of ancients for her promise,
Charm of undiminished power;
Leaving home, and lovelorn Tomas
For the future long divined;
limbing with determined mind,
Retrograde fidelity-
Amrinnah, watching destiny.
Spun in beauty goes Amrinnah,
Kilted skirts about her knee,
Swaying, as she strides the mountain,
Strong and steady on the scree;
Young Amrinnah's stern accounting
Of the Stormking on his heights,
Carries her from bitter sennight
At the pinnacle to bide-
Hail, Amrinnah, Hillsong's pride.
Walk, Amrinnah – Stormking's bride...
Shawling it about her head,
Tossing fringe as wind goes winging
Where the sleet of tears is shed;
With her burnished hair unpinning,
Still approaching Stormking's blast--
On flinted bootheels from her last
She strides across the wuthered fells
Courier of garnered spells.
Swirl of teal becomes Amrinnah,
Tramping, sturdy, over hills;
Apples in her cheeks are ripened,
By the smarting of the chills;
Gathered pebbles are her stipend,
Gleaming flint, refracted quartz,
Dug from walls of ancient fortress;
Clinking secrets in her cache-
Wrapped and doubled in her sash.
Amrinnah Hillsong, pinned with heather,
Faded spray from Grandam's dower
Luck of ancients for her promise,
Charm of undiminished power;
Leaving home, and lovelorn Tomas
For the future long divined;
limbing with determined mind,
Retrograde fidelity-
Amrinnah, watching destiny.
Spun in beauty goes Amrinnah,
Kilted skirts about her knee,
Swaying, as she strides the mountain,
Strong and steady on the scree;
Young Amrinnah's stern accounting
Of the Stormking on his heights,
Carries her from bitter sennight
At the pinnacle to bide-
Hail, Amrinnah, Hillsong's pride.
Walk, Amrinnah – Stormking's bride...