(begins with flute)

down through the fields in through the mist
through the silver mountains across red seas
where the gold coyotes run. Purple Flutes play merrily
across the thin air. the sun shines bright upon golden fields
the moon gazes through misty dark woods shining luminesence through
the trees . in from the storm comes the weary stranger in to the sheltering arms of
his lover. a coyote howl's through the moon

dark eyes gazing down from unforboding woods. Fear runs through the Heart of courage. snakes slither waiting for their pray. Golden wolves run across a red valley .
The abyss of the sea consuming a ship in its bitter violent rage.
Darkness goes across the land consuming the golden coyote.
All is laid to rest
Reminds me of Jim Morrison. I can dig it
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