The Unyielding Season

"A sky of dread weighs down on man,
No dawn comes in the tyrant’s wake, 
The wind howls, but not with freedom’s call,
Oppression’s breath is cloaked in rain.

Ashen fields where dreams once grew,
Now salted by an unknown hand,
A frost is cast upon our souls,
To break the will our fathers held.

The landscapes crawl with weary souls,
With hearts encased in quiet fear,
And voices stolen by the din,
Where dishonest visions still endear.

No swords to bear, no axes to wield,
Yet all must fight a silent war.
O’r subverting grips that veil the land
Who’d see men’s spirits rise no more.

Enduring is that force we fight,
It’s hidden hands & relentless tide,
It seeks to break what it can’t bind,
That embers spark which burns so bright.

Resounding o’r moors in embattled breath,
A cry escapes these thorns of grief,
For they will never claim our soul
We are the storm that wouldn’t tame"