Scarecrow’s Song
Rise, Scarecrow, rise from the soil,Let your limbs stretch through the toil.Your
voice may waver, your steps may stray,But in the night, you’ll light the way.
“Walk where the shadows lead your soul,
though the dark may pull you down,Each step a choice, each breath a toll,
in this forgotten ground.I cannot move,
but I will see the way that you must tread,And though the light is long since gone,
you’ll rise beyond the dread.”
So rise, Scarecrow, rise from the mire,Let the stars ignite your quiet
fire.Through the night where whispers sway,You’ll stand unbroken, come what may.