WALKER BETWEEN WORLDS

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedInbetween the pages of the musty strands of rhymeI am wending, wand'ring in the dusty sands of timestraddling the seconds as the hour and minutes climbwhere I’m waiting for the Walker between WorldsDancing down the days inside an hourglass of stonewhere the willowwind meets longing in a whippoorwill, alonein the misty moonlit mountains I can hear the mourners moanthere I’m waiting for the Walker between WorldsIn the fire and the fury and the rending of the veilwhen the Gates of Heaven open, hear the Demons weep and wailas Good ascends, amending ends and Evil finally failI am waiting for the Walker between WorldsCome Thou King of Kings, the Walker between Worlds…