We are travelers

We are travelers of the shadow land,
Searching for the light; groping in the dark.
We are the withered souls; we are the stark
And grim reminder of that faithless band.
We have gathered beneath the fading star,
Where distant sounds are muffled by the night.
We are the careless ones, we have no sight
Nor any reason to believe; we are
The desolate, singing in the twilight
Winds, keening in the valley of the dead,
Whispering of our fears and of our dread.
We are the watchers flailing in the night
This is the wasteland, bleak and filled with stone
This is the place of god and god alone.


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