Benji-French

As waning stars fell far beneath the sky And the fading children began to sing Of losses and life, of remorse and fate Upon death rides wild, rampant and hard And so taking apart reasons we hold. Sheilds and sacred weapons begin to fall In chorus that shakes and divides us all While feeling the sting of refrain sung thus; “O’ Rider Black, please take us back To when the stars did rule the sky When you fly do not break our spears Like dreams of hope and children’s tears Wishing to fly, wondering why They left us in the gray and black” So tragic days come where children cry out For death pervades divine instead of life

Sapped and strained I do lie Across shores eventide. In you my thirsts confide Despair of dawning sky Marred by the years of efforts strained Wistful winds sweep my soul away To pray and play as old and grey; Efforts to keep my thirst contained Yet still you taunt me in your slender grace With sharp features and lightly sinful face Only now with distance I give up chase To condemn my urges with clean erase

Disconcerted and born so low My weary brow cast off my soul To apathetic brine below An eventide broken and foul Once mournful pledged I was made clean In fire's wake with gods serene Until flame purged my flesh so lean That bones strode black on curtained scene Then scents to sway some hunger lost To chilling gales disquiet tossed, Past chasms spanned by rime and frost Disorienting all they crossed As hallowed soil prey to rot Bled hearthen smoke the fissures caught All poise retained was then for naught When the stone split and showed my lot. Rage bore a light cast by old fear, Combated madness so severe, Relinquished to hate some rever