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The Moor


On the moor the secrets hide
In the burrows on the hillside
They feed the flowers, bowing deep
And among the vines, how far they creep
In the village, they skulk and deceive
The jewels and gems they do reave
Among the wraiths the secrets wander
And with the mages they will ponder
To resurrect the fallen and maunder
In the depths of night they glide
Leading the forsaken as a guide

Everywhere, the secrets hide.

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