high spring

high springs clothed in glimmer
run through quarry ground and green path
searching for lands uninspired
with effort to replenish dusty earth
the sun trail the cooling path
and bring light to shadow
with effort of razing darkness
an alliance with gods eyes and hands swiftly reign
the depth and grit of demon's vain
with effort of repressing hate
the spring cool the heated ground
and the sun strips the dark disguise
over the once embraced but befowled mother
the army of good will raise her throne once again
and keep demons at bay
with effort of keeping her warm