Silent Spirits
We are silent spirits,
Roaming through the night.
Leaving now and then,
A trail of fear behind our flight.
'Cross the vales and blackened plains,
Swift of paw we run.
Escaping from the dawn,
The taste of blood upon our tongue.
Yet we long to touch the morning,
Without fear of being burned.
We remember still the hatred,
Our image there has spurned.
An unsung ballad waits within,
The smokey clouds of sand.
For as long as judging hearts,
Refuse to understand.