Spiritual Creatures of a divine race
Are the survivors of time
And steady roaming this place
Casting off all evil that threaten their home,
They face the Demons of the night
And they face them alone.
Thriving off the fear nature imposes
Upon the earth’s surface,
And illuminates the light of what it disposes.
They leave footprints to mark their returning
To the lands they once roamed
Before ever decending on their Journey.
Look into the eyes of the Beast,
Learn of the stories they’ve told,
And The Spirit of the Northern Gaurdian will unfold.
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes