This land I speak of is my long forgotten abode,
Seen by few,
But heard by many,
With the words and their now gentle flow,
Up and down the emotions stir,
Forever lost in this blissful peace,
Off on my own,
The land kissed with Dawn.
But that's all been so long gone,
Hidden away in the echoes of the coyotes' howls,
the dark of the  night,
When not another beast dare stirs,
Besides the demons in my heart.
Help.
Because here they are all shadows,
Just out of sight,
And wish to hang me up by ropes,
Even though they never even come close.