Morn of Solace

I close my eyes outside in the rain
 As the day draws to an end
 In darkness death lurks silently
 And fear crawls and caws behind me

 I will wait for you by the fire
 When you approach the glade
 Together we'll watch the dance of the flames
 That reminds us of old and precious tales

 At dawn we will wander over the hills
 When mist rises from the dale
 With the gentle waft of the gale

 The air smells like great forgotten times
 When eagles reigned the empyreal sky

 And wolves roamed through moonlit nights