The Vision of Rødrick the Blind
With blind eyes, the future he sought.
On Tsushima’s shore, we made our stand,
I, by Rødrick, the shaman’s hand.
From longship’s bow, he gazed afar,
Waves’ spray kissed his face, like a distant star.
His vision reached where ours could not,
With blind eyes, the future he sought.
“We are home,” he declared, with wisdom’s might,
In that moment, our destiny took flight.
