Upon These Winds Poem by Vision Ghost

Cometh now, this wind of such ice and rain
Where warriors once fell, into cries of pain
Their horns doth play upon such shadows
So as does the rain reflect tears of widows

Many a horses’ return, baring a naked saddle
No longer carries a soul, of a lovers cradle
So the bloodied and wounded, fall into death
Sealed now upon a way, of destinies breath

A child closes the eyes, of father once proud
Deaths vale looming, under a darkest shroud
That a last sound doth be, of the weeping girl
Beneath foggiest glooms, that dance and swirl

Now I feel, with outstretched fingers on wind
Doth blows through my long hair, unpinned
Reflecting a man, who was stronger than me
Falling from his steed, as his life was set free

For whom rode into bravery, never to return
Acrid smoke fills the air, as their bodies’ burn
The echo of sword and shield, chimes again
Upon the mountains, and fields they did slain

From the bloodied places, where they did fall
Now to find their way, to their own angels call
Never do I wish to leave, this place somehow
Yet I have no face, or story yet upon my brow

As in this once arena, I yield to the once great
So I was fortunate by them, that I live to create
One died one day, so that I would not have to
What greater gift to be given, this much is true