Journey To The Isle Of Mists

<br>(Over The Moonless Depths Of Night-Dark Seas)<br><br>THE LOG OF THE NORTHERN MARINER:<br>The great serpent-prow of my ship, Wave-Render cleaves the nighted<br>waters as we voyage across the dark, icy sea, towards the unknown...<br>Above, the brigth winter`s moon emerges from a veil of cloud to cast<br>its lucent rays upon us, and a clinging, supine sea-mist writhers upon<br>the midnight waves, swirled by the colol, whispering wind which<br>catches our great sail, pushing us onwards, vever onwards... And<br>beyond the tang of the darkling sea, the scent of nights is as strong<br>and heady as summer blossom. I know not what awaits us at the elder<br>Isle of Mists... that grim and mistery-haunted place which beckons me<br>to its shadowed embrace, swathed in dark legendry and etwined in the<br>mantle of ancient sorceries... and yet I must hearken to its ethereal<br>call... for mayhap the gods have decreed this to be my final voyage...