Under The Weeping Moon

Once again I've cried unto the moon

That burning flame that has guided me through all these years

The lake from which you flow

With eyes of fire

Once unlit but now alive

This energy, sparkling like a morning star

The morning star

Riding the fires of the northern gold

I've searched the eye

I laugh under the weeping moon

I am the watcher in the skies

Nor the emeralds know my mark

Glisten to mark their presence

Set the enigma ablaze

Searching...

Finding...

Burn the winter landmarks that said I was there

Burn the spirit of cold that travel through my soul