The Keeper Above

 

Across the moors in evening mist

The keeper drifts by candlelight.

His coat as dark as sodden peat,

His eyes as empty as the stars.

 

The burning fires around the works

Can’t drown the moans from deep below.

The keeper traces Saturn’s path,

And whispers soft protection prayers.

 

He walks on by the shattered men.

Unseen his candle flickers on.

Three thousand years and more he’s been

The keeper of the fear beneath.

 

He looks at Taurus through the mist,

Its horns are hidden, the moans are stilled.

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