The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part VI


Our numbers lessened,
For every step.
And our resources were very sparse.
Will I live to see the Mountain Cross,
And be joyful to walk in the sand?

Then all at once,
The people stopped.
They thought that their eyes had deceived them.

Ahead was the Bridge in the west.

The children ran to play in the sand,
And the people found food,
Not starvation.
They rose and built their cities high,
And danced near their fires at night.

Our ashes washed off in the ocean,
And our tales of light,
Were ever so bright.

The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part V


In mornings,
There rose globes of fire.
At nights,
Their deaths did not sound.
Every day,
The people decay.
And for every light,
There were souls taking flight.

The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part IV


The light arose,
And the grass had blackened.
All of life has become a wasteland.
All my time, now dust
And ashes.

The searching was restless,
And many tears,
Have landed over the years.

The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part III


Explosions bring death to my slumber,
What I see brings the death of my peace.
With saddened eyes;
I look at flames,
Spreading through fields in the east.

The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part II


A household full of work and sleep,
The children play in the wheat.
I lower my head in the sunset,
How could my life be ever so sweet?

The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part I


Praise to the king,
As light shows upon he.
Life can't be without
All the leaders we bring.
As part of the plan,
Divine rule underhand.
Life can't lack its choice,
As taught by the king.