every evening I see you,
flying through the orange skies
not yet night, but too late to be day
finding new land where you have a say

shut out and fled from your homes
broken away and turned to shreds
nature taken from your belongings
who will now watch over them?

dancing through the evening wind
show me the way, show me your rule
rule over the night, over the creatures of flight
own the abandoned and rise among them

the land of shadows
the land that resides between time
make it yours, as is your birth right
as dogs of the skies, as your own masters

sing the songs too loud for me to hear
bring the quiet over the dying bird songs
dance to them, change course for hunt
as dogs of the skies, as your own masters

© E. Orchids #bats