The gods are to blame

You were once just a face to me
A grim one, though
A face still
Hidden behind daylight
My own, my own
Where did you go
I don’t see your shadow among the stars
Not the yellow flame of burning grass
The time long gone
And saline bloods dried
I want to know

On top of the mountain
Will you come that high?
Even prodigals return
Will yours be today or tonight
Or yonder into tommorow unknown
Like the lingering village ghost

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