Inspiration

There stood a city in the mountains 'cross the desert way

- a desert cast in monochrome and gray -

There lies an ancient battlefield, blue steel, white sky

- where tabards too and banners fly -

There stands a man, had walked since winter's time

- a lark among the pines -

A shaman man who swings his staff about the sky

- of yet another darkened lie -

A man that fought with death, disease, and earthly ties

- while he fought with death the candle died -

And walked into the argent purple wind of summer days

- where the same life lingers in a lovely way-

And found his rest within my pen, forevermore