He wanders through The Promised Land,

With saddened eyes and empty hands.

He personifies with only few,

Those that choose to wander too.

He's drawn to lonely city streets,

Where pavement glides Beneath his feet.

He only travels with the other,

To find his place among his brothers.

He will soon hear on ravaged front,

The mournful call of The Wild Hunt.

He feels unsure of paths to come,

But journeys onward toward the sun.

He knows that this was meant to be,

And so endures the agony.

He finds his might where light descends,

Reminds his plight will ond day end.

He meets the ones who'll intrduce,

And knows that life and Death seduce.

He knows that soon They will take flight,

Both as Children Of The Night.

- For Robert G., Who Inspired It -