Westward March

Emblems blaze across the sky's unfurled dome;
You stand still there, your doom nigh, all alone.
Westward heaves the sunlit day, a funeral
Unattended by mortals here below;
For deep in the woods of Ni lie feral
Beasts that wait on strings. Rays of daylight thrown
Still mix with the murkiest of shadows
And cause the moonlit howl to cease: hallows
To sit anxiously for the great chase thy
Doomed form shall offer, unable to fly.
When night in all it's terror is unleashed
Then run through darkened valley to escape;
Yet still I beg thee err the light has ceased
To stay with me another day, and wait.

                                                 Westward March, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012