To Higher Climes Where Few Might Stand

Beyond the feeble reaches Of conscious memory A voice long forgotten Echoes through the chamber of my thoughts I cannot recall The speaker or what was spoken Just a whisper now Still, it’s crying, screaming, wanting to be known As dawn greets dew-wet grass A brother returns at last Seven years in patience passed Long since have I laid my dreams to ash Oh rekindled Flame Dare not speak His name Oh unfettered son What gifts you were given Why, then, did you run? As night drapes silted shores No laughter is heard anymore Tales of terror and of war Hang heavy in the dampened midnight air Oh, recall the dream Hunger's rising scream Rays of glinting light Glancing off dew-wet blades this night I was there Where once our fathers rode Beyond this mortal coil Toward that precipice of stone Which stands unchanged, uncaring, and old Countless wonders I have seen Endless skies of emerald green Minds can never idle be When magic stirs beyond the trees You know things of which I speak Secrets buried deep beneath Still eclipsed in jaded truth By the nameless wonders of my youth Oh, recall the dream (In dreams we cannot die) Hunger’s rising scream (It calls us to its side) Rays of glinting light Glancing off dew-wet blades this night Come with me to better days To higher climes where few might stand And never shall we tread again On silted shores, on blackened sand

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025