I walk alone the darken Ley
Bells gently ringing my sacred Way.
Just me Stars and Silver Moon.
Both Candles and Lover to whom I Swoon.
Come Morning to most it is just a Road.
Yet to Druid it is part of our ancient Code.
Scars we left so deep in the Dragon's Land.
From our times before that of modern Man.
When Druid and Fae broke the Ice to free the Way.
Little did we see the Hell that Earth would become Today.
With great Power we burned through the Frozen Rock and Clay
But with love of Earth that Man has lost in centuries of Moral Decay.
And now most Druii are gone with First Forest and all Fae.
For those Druid left we are but Shadow Ghost of lost Yesterday.
Still each morn we call the Sun and it comes again.
Till last when we are none and Darkest Evil will have Won.
TDK / The Druid King
Copyright George King October 10, 2014
Runic year 2264.
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