RED SUN

The red sun sets over the western desert
The land here lives and breaths
They say that magic is not of this earth
But this is where it was conceived

I sow three seeds into the ground
Under the blood red sun
The old ones spoke of mountains
With nothing but light inside them

With the wolf, I wander
With the snake, I shed my skin
Coyote calls my soul away
I search, but never find him

The land here is a battlefield
There are forces of darkness and light
The old ones spoke of giant gods
Speaking thunder and beaming in light

Night can make the blood run cold
The darkness keeps close to the ground
My armor is a humble heart
When the last burning ember goes out

Such forces are too strong to fight
But fools have always tried
Hubris makes the wind grow cold
And darkens the angry sky

Duendes use the wind and the rain
To call the soul away
You must let the wind blow through you
Or else it will blow you away

Coyote is a trickster
Rabbit fears the moon
Owl keeps me company
On nights when the wind chills me through

This place holds many spirits
Past what the eyes can see
Things we've lost the touch to feel
And lost the will to see

In this age of tangled amnesia
We are prisoners of the sun
Our consciousness like spider's web
So delicate, brittle, and torn

The land has never changed here
It's we who have forgotten
We wear the weight of a previous age
Like a snake in a cave, never molting

I sow three seeds into the ground
Under the blood red sun
The old ones spoke of mountains
With nothing but light inside them

The red sun sets over the western desert
The night is coming soon
My armor is a humble heart
When the cold wind chills me through.