Old Ones linger,
Prisoners in eternity’s embrace
Remembering the breath of life.
They come
For healing or desire.
Wild ghosts wake
Naked in the hearts of men.
A fever born of smoke
Haunts a night
Of magic.
Love, Family, and the Journey Home
Old Ones linger,
Prisoners in eternity’s embrace
Remembering the breath of life.
They come
For healing or desire.
Wild ghosts wake
Naked in the hearts of men.
A fever born of smoke
Haunts a night
Of magic.
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