Poetry Forum

Let soothsayers tell
Where the pilgrim's feet will rest.
Oh, warlocks! Cast your spell.
Bewray the fate of this quest.

Will roosters ever crow?
Has this night an end?
Is there a limit to this woe?
Shall the wayfarer's voyage end?

Could the peril of fleeting shadows
From life forever depart?
Will rain, make greener the meadows
To feed the lamb's little heart?

Is it hued like the sapphire sky
Or of the tints of a countryside slope?
Has it wings like birds that fly?
Tell me oh, what colour is a wanderer's hope?
@Stranja_depoet