Nights

Nigh

Birds fly by

in this forsaken land 

ive grown to trust 

A light shimmers 

under a moon

I once knew

For the faces 

that pass by in drovels

 are deserted

And unknown

My body a gift 

my mind 

a martyr 

A charter 

Higher art 

I sought farther

then my father

but lower

than my brother 

my friend 

lost in this foreign land

Whose life is forsaken

to be taken

and dismissed

While I live in infamy

And walk away

in treachery

Or her 

the little girl 

standing at the little house on the mountain 

Her pale blue eyes

Igniting me away

Like a roaring engine

So how am I forgotten? 

How am I truly forsaken? 

When I have a hopes

To have my voice ring and cry

my words shake and thunder

to be brought asunder

Is nigh impossible.