Conquer the last uprising spirit.
I couldn’t hear the gasping
moment of it dying.

Lingering alone; Beneath the
snowy outerland.
Seeking the true justice
of what voyage meant.

Traveling amongst the living.
The spirit has been bewildered
by the world.

None the less,
able to express the outlook
of the human society.

Spirits among us aren’t
necessarily dead. Just
an embodied soul seeking
to find another a new life
form.

Tears from the bones of
the broken child.
Dangling at the stems
of the bridge he had
fallen down.

He, himself is the spirit.
In nomini patri, et filius, et spiritu sancta. (possible miss spelling)
He’d be the spirit of the world to
guide us as of today.