Calling Out To Spring

A call is heard

In the cold night.

The sound is absurd

Of the forgotten knight.

The voice is tired

After fighting many battles

But it is still wired

To the place where love matters.

A long run it has run

And has come to the end

At the shop of rum

Where broken things mend.

The voice is angry

For the loss of something.

The dark who was hungry

Has eaten everything.

The voice is still brave

It knows how to fight.

Though its dreams are in grave

It knows the way to light.

The voice calls out to spring

For winter was hard to fight.

The new sun with it will bring

New dreams of the future bright.