Sorrows of the Moors

Earth holds close all memory for us Wade in the heathlands mourning moor Sniff the stench of ten thousand bodies In the sorrows sense the weight of the mire Lost for fools wants forever in the dire No more glory days left to shine Only reekish moments amongst spent souls Step out of the mist's murky memory To higher ground as the anguished heat fumes The amber horizon breaks first light Suffering soaks the heat of human ire That you'll never cleanse from self When you face the righteous dawn Hoping to renew the courage to act thereon