Call Of The Forest

For moons unnumbered I have dwelt
Beneath the watchful eye of northern stars
This snow clad land upon which i tread
Holds awe and wonders, be I dead?

Snow falls gently from laden clouds
Heralding the arrival of darkened nights
Mountains loom against blood red skies
Along the path, my doom it lies.

Under pine boughs i slowly pass
Feeling the weight of this slumbering land
Oaken glens I wander past
Over my face, my hood I cast.

Souls of the slain: shadows fight
A crushing weight to bare
Cries of brethren long fallen i hear
This be what more I fear.

As darkness builds my eyes grow dim
Trees quiver, groan and sway
Night it cloaks this tired land
With pounding heart in snow i stand.

Frozen wind upon my face
Moonlight catches the blackened trees
Whispers of an ancient tongue run through my head
Without fear or sorrow I am lead.

I wander now where no footprints tread...

Upon leaves of parchment torn and faded
The book of days in blood im read
This long forgotten wilderness summons
Recounting past ages, Long dwindled dead.

Across these silent lands behold
The calling legends the tales of old
The Call Of The Forest.