Songline Dream
Through the valleys of Death and Shadow,
Through Mountains cold and sharp,
You shall strut the sea shallow,
Trees green and tall, of golden sap.
Haunted battlefields, howl in the wind,
Voices of the past, begging for release,
Where heroes and monsters, both have sinned,
None can grant there moaning pleas.
And the breath of life swiftly fades,
On Eternal storm and shifting seas,
Keep away from Wailing shades
Keep away from Frozen Tears .
Copyright © Ivan Dj. | Year Posted 2017
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