We stumble on approach
In the dark
Just past the ravine
Of Time
And of consequence
Beat beat beat
It goes on and on
Lost tribe
Lost soldier
On the plains
A Mystic
A touch
Beats
Grey Skies
Coming down all around
Again
Again
And Again
We shout
Into the void
Into the dark
Past Barbwire
Past Ourselves
Past self
Dark Spaces
Come For me
Hauntings
Teachings
Lessons in this
The void
The night
The plains
War just beyond
Thunder as shells hit the distance
Thunder of man
Thunder of time
Then a silence
All around
A raindrop
A damp ground
A lost soul
On that battlefield
Of dark spaces
Lost faces
And lost times