Spark Hanging Fire

I abdicate my right of land and tread in disarray 
For eons I rove, seek and cry, attired in dismay 
A perilous path, I pace and stride, to keep love at bay 
And yet it howls, unremitting, like a banshee with disdain 
A beacon at last, emerging from afar, is all there is to gain 
I lurk and prey 
I kneel and pray 
My hands beneath the ground 
To palliate a heart, 
Abate a surge, 
And silence that dreadful sound 
I retrieve my right of warmth and rush to your embrace 
My voyage deemed worthy at last, my senses were ablaze 
Millennia away 
Skin-bags away 
Their passing was all a graze
I took my hands from underneath and beckoned to the sky 
O’ Creator, my time has come, that land stands nearby 
For eons and eons I rove and roam 
But eons are now passed by 
No shrieks remained, no wail or sigh 
For you are now my home 

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