Men of the Hollow Hills

Dark night,
    the murky mountain stands alone
Stay firm,
    ye hardened men against the chill
Somewhere,
    the wolf’s howl rings upon cold stone.
Rolls down,
    from weathered peak and on to hill

Sunrise,
    shall come and we must take our leave
Move on,
    to bright and greener pastures still
No more,
    to sleep here huddled in the lee
Haunted,
    by brooding peak and hollow hill,

Sounds stir,
    upon the stillness of the air
They call,
    we hear them whisper in the night
Shades creep,
    long shadows cast of old despair
Fall here
    upon the Mountains ancient height

When dawn
    shall greet our weary, sleepless sight
When falls
    the blessed sunlight on this plain
We shall,
    take up our camp and put to flight
No more
    within this lifeless place remain

As men,
    they served some long-forgotten cause
And fell,
    as men of nerve and valour will
Cut down,
    whether by blade or blooded claws
And still,
    as shades they linger on the hill

By Wolf