Across the Moors

It was my dying day. Of this I had no fear. And so, I drew away, as the very hour drew near.

-To the moors, to the moors.

The wait, ahh, the wait. Every moment is everlast. What portraits the mind does paint! Still-lifes of a future's past.

The journey had been long. It was here I once called home. The air once filled with song. Now, I stood alone.

- I return, I return.

The morning's light, so blinding. Every dawn joined in one. Distant pain inside me, the longest battle is won.

From across the moors came beauty, and to me she beckoned. Her eyes knew no cruelty, there would be no final reckoning.

- I knew her. I knew her.

And so we walked, across the moors.

by: Stromgold