Blossom

Throught the lighted clouds above,
Into the deep abyss they lie
Souls of the dead, awake

Across the dark they wait, quiet
In the light of the Moon they hide
For in due time, it shall end

The Wanderer now walks these lonely roads, not alone
For they are now with him
The world will soon come to know

As they lie above, within Starlight
He walks the road, waiting for rest
For they will be coming, soon...