Template:Infobox PoemsA poem in prose by Siv RedThistle
Life, a narrow alley of destitution
Sun's caress foreign to my cheek
My lover, golden treasures,
Love's message til now unknown
Washed in the beauty of your kind waters
Fearless against nightmare made flesh
As black brains battle astride green brawn
and night's sky alight with burned wings
Your sweet song holds us all near
Floating high on swine steed
From cursed death you return me
Some call me terrible thief,
And by all accounts I am
Yet skillfully stolen is my heart,
By my lovely island Lily.