A Mumble, a Bone.

Oh, you child of Earth and seed,
Wingless fledgling of ochre blood,
Little Moses caught in the reeds,
Knows not where his river leads.

Walk, walk into waning suns,
The stars shed tears to greet you,
Ember cloak on skin - deathly white,
Back to the womb of the Earth with you.

Oh, you daughter of sky and cloud,
Feathered sapling of loam born brood,
Return in Winter with icy shrouds,
Sleep at our wake though the wind is loud.

Walk, walk on my waxing sons,
Requiems, dirges shall meet you,
Voiceless lyrics that speak of time,
Back to the boughs of my arms with you.

Oh, you young son with ivy crown,
The fallen angel with faith renewed,
Speak fast; they shall cast you down,
Speak slow and the Sun will frown.

Walk, walk on my darling ones,
Pray for the sky - and they'll beat you,
The breath of magic is cast in stone,
Back to the tyrannous road with you.

I, father of silence and sound,
The innocent caught in the venous feud,
Broken wing in the ash is found,
We sow our seed in the burial mounds.

Run, run on my errant child,
'Til madness or death ensnare you,
Crawl, crawl on beloved child,
'Til madness shall find and bind you.