The Keeper

I am the keeper of lost souls

The dead and the dying
The reaper of their memories
Their hopes and dreams lost, to the vengeance of death
I am the transformer of paradise lost
I am the spirit in whom they communicate their sorrow
I am their wave of eternal damnation

Their souls rest upon my shoulder
As they rest their weary head to cry
Their sadness is like the furies of madness
A gift of the gatherer
The flowing of a never ending pain
In their madness there is no comfort

In there presents I become light
Upon witches and warlocks I depend to cleanse my soul
For with out their truth,
I too would parish

In the wisdom of the ancients we roam the earth, we three
We seek only our own
No hatred have we
We are the templates on which the earth was built
Those who seek our wisdom, are those who wish peace
We are hope, courage and inspiration
We have sealed this for untold centuries

Death, greed, power, and war are our enemies
Those who seek these are the doomed
They cannot fathom despair,
They do not understand the wisdom of Love

They are the weak

By Rainbow