Lord Sand

Lord Sand left the sea for the fields

I fear he is not well that it was done for a joke

the weather is now very warm an axe white with light

but Lord Sand they say will lead in the darkest manner

mouth in mourning like a prince believed to lay up hidden money

lord of anger without any consciousness of his faults

he has no face but a grave which I will not call my brother

I resolve to stand on my own legs or fall