The Golden

[Nyronus]

There stand a boy

before the seas

of shifting wheat

and running winds

The sun blazes behind

and sets the world

all to the shine

of a purest gold

Besides the boy

rests a scythe

of a dark red oak

and a silver pure

The bright air

the scythe rises

in the sounds

of a high laugh

The boy laughs long

he loves the wheat

he loves the winds

he to loves the sun

He loves them all

to beauty without

mystery within

he laughs proud

dancing high and free

he leaps with wind

and swims with gold

To the light

of Sun and Man

Always proud

Always free

"The Golden"

~ Nyronus