As I walk across the moors
upon beaten paths of crumbled stone
I feel that I am being followed
as if something is creeping behind me

I turn to see that I am being advanced upon
by the closing sky... shifting faster than my pace
I return my gaze forward only to see
that the sun is descending behind the hills

The feeling of loneliness sets in
the warmth of the suns rays
replaced by the icy gaze
of the cold dead stars

The blazing fire of the sun
is rained upon by countless visions
of white jewels upon high
And the pale moon
a cold shield of ice

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