Reclaimed

RECLAIMED

Where broken crags
Border the sea's foaming maw;
Where shadow-strewn nights
Suffocate the light of dawn;

Where gold fields tempt fools 
To follow their gilded call;
Where the white waters
Gently drown in heavy thrall.

Where each quiet night
Leads to the silence of death;
Where desert sun scalds,
Denying life its last breath;

Where ghosts of the lost
Mingle with sordid decay;
Where cold grief echoes
Her barren rage on display;

Where secrets are masked
With warm beauty and guile;
I remain here, bound,
On my bloody pyre.

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Original posted December 14th 2020

Where the green valley 
Meets the foaming grey sea; 
Where the star-strewn skies 
Kiss the top of each tall tree; 

Where fields of dark gold 
Lay beneath ragged stone peaks; 
Where rushing waters 
Turn to gurgling creeks;

Where soft summer nights 
Fade to the colors of fall; 
Where the desert sun 
Makes shadows grow dim and small; 

Where pale blues bring dawn, 
And crimson clouds welcome night;
Where the hills echo, 
And snow glimmers in the light; 

Where the trees whisper 
Or the cold wind howls and roars; 
That’s where I will be, 
My hand holding yours.