Over the Rim

Lantern on the ridge,
Swords in the dark.
Gather to call,
Standing on the mountain top,
Who do you summon from the fall.

Sweeping strokes of yellow light,
Nothing in hearing and nothing in sight.
Gather to call,
Standing on the mountain top,
Who do you summon from the fall.

Longing in the midnight song,
Chaos of eternal night.
Peering over the rim,
Caved into darkness,
Who do you summon from the fall.