fauxcroft

Ethereal incantations

And Eldritch nature sounds,

Under a chiaroscuro sky

There’s matter and energy that abounds,

As an authentic soul we feel lost

On a journey we navigate to reach home,

It can often seem so isolating

Often it can feel like a cold and scary zone,

But the spiritual that dwell within us

Determines our courage and desire to go on,

Through rain, wind, sun and heat we

Remain ever strong and never weak,

Because to faulter, would be to fall

And that’s not in our wheelhouse at all,

Yet often we cry into the darkness for aid

Deep through into the empty void,

Like a giant chasm that has been foretold,

However we keep sojourning on our way

With only one thing on our mind and that’s to reach home.