Beyond The Red Cloud

Beyond the red cloud

lies the begotten foe.

His intent spoken aloud,

his goal your wandering

soul.

Off it runs behind the

trees and cowers in the

shade.

THe soul is your coward,

It is what makes you afraid

off it runs behind the clouds

and leaves you without its

name.

And off it lies behind the 

trees, cowering

and afraid.

It cowers, shrieks, fears and 

runs away.

But hopefully its courage will 

return and so will it,

one day.