Atherton's Return
I have journeyed far, beneath strange sky and strange star.
These travels have revealed to me only that I left behind that which is dear to me.
These fields wave yet are not golden. The music is found in plenty, yet never seems to embolden.
A bounty fills my trencher, yet... No fair comparison can be made to the table of my father.
These strange halls try their best to greet me warmly as an honored guest.
Yet they are not Avalon. And so, I must travel on.
Home calls, like a fair maid's voice on the wind. Let us not tarry here my brothers, for to keep our father waiting feels more and more like I have sinned.
Let us sit with our father at his table and tell him of our journeys, as if some great fable.
Let us hear his laughter at both our triumph and our folly. Ever did we, his sons, make him jolly.
Home to Avalon, down the winding path and across to the farthest shore. I would see all my blood again, my kin all in one bright hall, and I could have nothing more.