Son of the Moon (A Moon Tale - Part 6)

Lonely child renegade by the moon
Born in the form of the nineth wave
No name, no sword, no love

In your hands the strength of your father
The light of his lily in your eyes
Bright one of the skillful hands

Lost mariner in a sea of sky
With no anchor among the stars

You sailed to the end of the ocean
Searching the light in the night
Lonely child, old sailor, lost sou

The old man came
Flying through the waves
Nine flowers in his hand
To the curse he put the end

Son of the moon
Bright one
Of the skillful hand

From the petals she was born
Eyes of dew, berries bride
In the forest's song you use to hide

My last chant
Broke the curse
Your shield from the shame
A black cloud over the moon
Even the purest has her sins

Fairy lady torn from spring
Wild north wind pent in your chest
Forced beneath a grey sky

You used to bloom in the fields
Travel on clouds, sing with birds
You had every life
Now you have the one you never had

She took refuge in the night
Like an owl she flew away
Come back to your shore
Sail to the horizon and far more