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.

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