The Tale of Eliduc and Moya

Red ships upon the water
Red sails against the sky
Harken the grey bells again
To ring silvery cries of tears
For far out upon the depths
Come the Red ships full of death

Little Moya played upon the shore
Where the sea gulls flock and call,
There she picks the shells from sand
And weaves them in her hair,
Such fair locks above a fair brow
With lips as a sparrow in flight
And such eyes as a mounting wells
When the surf rises and fells.

Upon the Red Ships upon the red Ocean
With a bow upon my back
I held the world within my hand
With no reason to turn or lack
The courage to spill the blood
Of the innocent or forelorned. 

Towards the green shores we sped,
Red Ships upon a red ocean,
With the wind to our lee
And the sun to our aft
I sped forward to conquest
The land called once free.

Upon the shore, in blissful grace,
Little Moya began to sing
And dance admist the sands
Where Red Ships would soon come
And spread a silverly tone of dread
Throughout the land entire
For we brought not just death
But also to turn the land to mire.

Upon the Red Ships, upon the red ocean,
With a sheild upon my arm,
I held the world in my hand
With no reason to end my harm

On the white sands of the shore
Little Moya came to me,
The shells in her hair
And the look in her eyes
Brought a petition on her knees,
Just to seek a little peace
To stave off the days of war
Until a year had passed and waxed
The silvery tone of the Red Ship's cry
Till it no longer sounded of death
And the red ocean no longer died.

Upon the Red shore, before my Red Ships,
With a girl at my feet,
I held the world in my hand
And I learned to let it go.

Back to the Red Ships, upon the red ocean,
I left Little Moya to stand
Until a year had passed
And I would return once more.

For I held the world in my hand
With no reason to sway or bend -
Yes I held the world in my hand
Yet for a moment I learned to let it go.