Among Ravens And Wolves (The Vagrant Song)

Sunrise bleeds out through the mists
And coagulates in the snowy tracks
To drown with every luminous drop
The time until my journey begins.

And you will be there, I know.

In the glaring white embrace
Even step back leads ever forward
As uncharted paths crystalize over
Map of the world before today.

All I have are withered footprints on ice
To give away to a myriad of concealed gazes.

Skeletal trees claw the zenith by its throat
Lacerated flesh and squeezed exhales
Rage between and bury the horizon
As I continue to chase it with a mournful pace.

The ragged one will be crowned in snow
He tarnishes the ground towards no throne
The brightness around to be turned in dark
By scattered procession in gray and black.

Among ravens and wolves I walk
Among ravens and wolves I walk
Between sharpened teeth and distorted croak
Among ravens and wolves I walk.

I engrave my being onto tempered water
Sculptured wave for eyeless gale to read
And follow, creeping along with no direction
Angrily blinding the only memory of me.

But you see all, remember and pass it on.

Sacred stillness, graceful and vile
Dismembers with passion pulsing warmth
Howling pieces echo within the lungs
And soar upward the gaping chill.

If there’s a heartbeat other than mine
It’s either yours, or yours for the taking.

Mountain shadows weigh on your wings
Circling accretion of shining charcoal
Peaks kneel, besieged by snarling pack
To shield the Sun which thaws behind.

Welcome the traveler, astray from his kind
Grant him stars should he forsake daylight
Only silence here to claim as his own
Away from all is the closest to call home.

Among ravens and wolves I walk
Among ravens and wolves I walk
Feathers, fur and tattered cloak
Among ravens and wolves I walk.

My campfire sets the northern sky ablaze
With color amidst the iridescent obscurity
Here is threshold beyond mere sleep
Engulfed by the pyre of reigning Moon.