Skifakore

The barbarian awakens from It’s tomb of consciousness I walk away this day join me at the crossroads seeking the demon spirit to banish from Earth we are young on dusty plains barren of water our survival depends. There Is no more to tell sleep my dear sleep until time stands, I want to see you stand without fear show love then more, come back to my arms clear pathways see clear be clear, we are not machine come back to life heart beats away this moment do not speak dance the trees open ways of light Into peace, bring forth true gods within us all descendants of you Skifakore.

The Book: http://amzn.eu/8RjegVo where are we be upon the wind fly Skifakore.
© Nicholas Leslie MMXVIII