Cairn (US) - As for Dragons

With anchors weighed
We plot a course
Far from unlit windows
And dust-wreathed hearths

Fistfuls of earth stowed below in blessed casks
Nautilus torch afore to quell the deep’s wrath
Roots reclaim the thresholds of those who have gone
Beyond all breakers—looking on

Row
Row
‘Til the oar cracks,
bend your backs and row

Day’s golden torc
Night’s silver ring
Our van an iron prow
On silken wings

Our ravens fly up into the sun from the mast
We’re onto the fell road, the dread path, at last
Fates, watch us well, that our lives we may keep
Where dragons dwell and pale serpents sleep

Row, row, row
‘Til we’re pulled below

Horizons before us the prize to be won
And as for dragons—
Let them come