Walkin on Air

The Good Spirit Endeavour

He gallops through the night
in cloak and dagger clad,
a faithful hound
beside his steed
follows til daylight bright.

Justice is their errand,
their plinth is righteousness;
forever truth
as breastplate shines,
fruitful makes the barren.

Evil seed spares he not
but by the wayside casts;
yes, doubts and fears
with wanton lust:
discarded are the lot.

He searches out his bride,
he wanders to and fro:
his soul in pain
he pays the price
for all his loved ones pride.

Pledges his heart, sets free,
soars in life's gondola:
'tis no gamble
or tombola,
just lost immortality.

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The Good Spirit Endeavour

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