the elder

in the arms of rimed soil

lies the autumns last withered leaf

land now bare and naked

awaits it's snowy sheet

and as the light still lingers

painting scarlet this barren scene

an old man sings his song of melancholy and relinquish

i'm a whirl deep in dark waters

a stare in the shades of fir-trees

i'm riding above with north wind

herding the black clouds of rain

mine is the kingdom

far from the moon to the sun

i am the elder

standing forever as one

and in that sudden moment

when everything's turned to still

he abruptly breaks the silence

becomes one with longing

and singing ever stronger

nature joins as one with him

fire in his eyes

universe under twisted grin