Hallowed Ground

I walk on hallowed ground,
my footsteps leave no trace
and my heart burns,
filling my head with smoke
Here there is no malice, there is no care for time,
Here the world can move and yet remain still
Here, I cast no shadow…

Beneath the silver moon, the great wheel turns
fed by the blood and toil of centuries
Those who fall now wander,
weary eyed through the misty fields of dawn
Without a hand to guide them,
without a voice to say whats true

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