The Unyielding Season

A sky of dread weighs down on man No dawn comes in the tyrant’s wake The wind howls 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