Ride On, Spirit

As he walked the barren fields And salted the earth The rain was an echo And all the seasons pale and sullen In tears of sorrow and longing The wanderer falls Alone adrift in damming silence His blood is drawn He left us an opus For a thousand aeons to come In Runes of salted writing In Tears and blood Ride on, Spirit of Joy Although the land is dying And all the voices singing of hope are gone Fly on, Spirit of Joy And shine the daylight upon The heart of the new-born one Your Echoes Shall always Resound through our halls Your ghost in reverence Embrace to haunt me And his name shall never be known All his reasons forgotten And gone Like the wind that drowned his screams The salted earth alone It wept and drew his form Preserving his Essence A Stark reminder to all Ride on, Spirit of Joy Although the land is dying And all the voices singing of hope are gone Fly on, Spirit of Joy And shine the daylight upon The heart of the new-born one Ride on, Spirit of Joy Although the land is dying And all the voices singing of hope are gone Fly on, Spirit of Joy And shine the daylight upon The heart of the new-born one

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025