Windwards

The fire seemed forgotten Though embers always glowed As winds sang my name I’ve always felt I had to go Where elders walked before me Beyond the realm of snow To a place my heart is longing I was born a windward soul Beyond lands of shadows To where the rivers meet raging seas Beyond the trees and meadows The vast has called for me Windward spirit Imperial state of mind The wayward walker Leaving the grasp of time Windward spirits Above the seas and fields The wayward walkers Ferocious we leave Wanderlust Waywards, windwards Forever onwards To leave what’s familiar Where dust has set on idle stone Go and find your ocean In the black unknown Windward spirit Imperial state of mind The wayward walker Leaving the grasp of time Windward spirits Above the seas and fields The wayward walkers Ferocious we leave Come feel what they couldn’t feel And see what they couldn’t see Old truths are only beliefs Become what they could never be So rise from every fall Facing the wind, my wayward one Be true, scarred and strong I know your journey’s just begun My windward one

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

I have wandered where old eyes can’t see Where great thunder is rolling in from the north A ghost town along the unknown An endless processions in a desert of snow Dare the night to claim and reap the day Beauty concealed in nothing Beyond the perfection The night stars shall be your crown In the eyes of a dying god Slain by your hand, the moment before his fall Divine aegis are shackles Ungodly the weapon of thought See your true soul reflected What you’ve become And why you must always go on The enigma of alpha omega To hunger for more, for nothing, and for all The grave a solemn promise to the unliving Onward pursuit towards a grander state To some a curse, to some a better fate Come bend the wind to your will now Come sculptor the future and fate of your days Come rise above all the bleak souls Come light up the beacon and lead your own way Dare the night to claim and reap the day In the eyes of a dying god Slain by your hand, the moment before his fall Divine aegis are shackles Ungodly the weapon of thought See your true soul reflected What you’ve become and why you must always go on

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025