Lonesome

Lonesome Tonight beside the trail My fire sputters from a cold wind That sweeps down off the high peaks Making the Aspen leaves rustle again I lay back staring into the blackness Of a cloud covered night But out in the wilderness All is far from being right I hear things moving Out beyond my fire’s light Of neither man nor animal As I begin to fall prey to fright For although my mind has Fallen victim to fear My heart has not As the unearthly sounds near My God! What is near? Are the demons or devils Coming to collect my soul To drag it to hells bottom level? At last! I see them Singing their lonesome songs Dancing their forgotten dances Their faces sad and long Behold! They are not evil They are not here for harm For they are the Old Gods From before time had arms So I build my fire higher To give them the sacrificial light To pay them my homage To the Gods of past lives I fear not the Lonesome Gods How powerless they must feel With their priest and traditions lost And no one to protect and heal So I pay tribute to them By allowing them to dance at my fire And listen to their songs The Lonesome Gods are always welcome at my fire.