City of Lost Children

The turning hand on tables of ritual

Flaunting stick of crow bone with feet

Our safe haven in desp spiritual

World turns dark and is closing

This harmony will thaw what is frozen

Spin with ribbons of red roses

Each note invokes a deep thought

Shall I gift thee times fable

Lost hands never turn in heavy sand

Fall deep underneath the watchful cat

Hybrid entity for no vanity be needed

Secret mirrors the seers can peer through

Like looking at an ocean captured in glass

Chance meetings of season greetings

Once in year do they dance with manifestation

In the forest where creatures glare with malice

Wear their antlers as they drink from the chalice

Bold men speak words assumed heaven sent

Life be more then a shiny diamond

Don’t let the young be lost to worlds edge

Never we forget as a new light beckons

Taste the salty air our mighty Captain

Sail to unveil the city of lost children