Under The Weeping Moon

Once again I’ve cried
Unto the moon
That burning flame
That has guided me
Through all these years
The lake from which you flow
With eyes of fire
Once unlit but now alive
This enery, sparkling
Like a morning star
The morning star
Riding the fires of
The northern gold
I’ve searched the eye
I laugh under the weeping moon
I am the watcher in the skies
Nor the emeralds know my mark
Glisten to mark their presence
Set the enigma ablaze
Searching…
Finding…