Forsaken Land

Barren, bleak forsaken land

upon whose hallowed ground I stand

in rain and mist, in shrouds of grace

envelop me in empty space.

Daylight deepens, darker now

shadows form and whisper low

through this darkened, sleeping lair

of mystic forces in the air.

I hear their chanting and their runes

they sing to me of many tunes

of many different times span

of every spirit, every man.

They are wary, but they see

I pose no threat to their liberty

They form a circle, I see a crown

As they close in and take me down.

Where I reveal my true intent

A wizard hidden, from on high sent

To cleanse this foul and rotting place

Remove this cancerous disgrace.

Mystic potions will I weave

this destiny I have to leave

but I will make a wish for you

for all of life, for all it’s span

for I still love this son of man.

© EV Rose 100888