Ghost wanderer

31 January 2011

Ghost wanderer

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Hark now bloods of a mocking feather

Spruce up my lips once rosy now wane

Tan my spoils of skin ye gold leather

Ghost wanderer I err in eerie plane

Dance of rain I invoked dark weather

This my lonely mind you name insane

To bosom I’ll bring moss and heather

I will seek not joys like yours mundane

In mother’s arms I knelt grief stricken

For the hate flared so spared but a few

As the jagged woods would now thicken

Immortal souls spring from earth anew

Earth cradle was to me mother’s womb

And earth will yet be my one last tomb

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