Weary

Upon thine hills of shallowed night
Born of souls and midnight fright
Alone they burn thine hallowed hill
For crescent moon and fear spent wills
Follow thru thy will to come
Burning forest forever sum
Beyond the blooming house of olde
Linger still in freezing cold
I hear thou fleeting wind felt call
Rushing to meet thine with thy fall
Upon thine ashes charred and grey
Sitting here I yearn to pray
Thine weary bones I long to rest
Fore thine has spoken no time for jest
Upon thy fairy northern sky
Thou whilst not believe thine others lie
For swindle not with lock and key
For temptation not thou hath forsaken thee
Fore starlit nights they guide my path
Haunted nights so full thine wrath
Fighting thru trandesdant fears
Yearning thru those heartfelt years
The journey here I now must take
Sleep felt heart until thine wake.