My Dented Halo

Under the moon's pale gleam, (where the whispers of night are told)

Broken dreams fall from the seam, (stories of silver and gold)

In the silence of midnight's hold, (my heart's a restless child)

Haunted fields where secrets unfold, (footsteps linger in the wild)

Among the tombstones worn by years, (weaving interlace)

In cobweb dreams, I hear the call, (of spectral winds that race)

Beneath a sky of charcoal, (my spirit stands alone)

Brooding under a distant pole, (my heart a heavy stone)

With haunted eyes turned upwards, (my faith's flickered ember)

I walk the fields long suffered, (where spirits still remember)