The Long Between

Verse 1

We lay in Eyru’s open hand,

Warm stone, warm skin, the light held wide.

By day the dark would not withstand,

By night it paced us from the side.

We learned the paths the dusk would take,

We waited till the gold was gone.

No song was sung for courage sake—

We rose, we shouldered, we moved on.

Chorus

There’s a Keeper further still,

Beyond the ridge, beyond the hill.

We walk until we know his name,

And knowing keeps the dark at bay.

Verse 2

The land grew strange from fire to frost,

New sounds crept close, then slipped away.

Some nights we fought. Some nights we lost

The nerve to stand where shadows lay.

The tools we carried changed our gait,

The way we stood, the way we slept.

Each answer learned arrived with weight—

And something always, quietly crept.

Chorus

There’s a Keeper further still,

Who knows a way, who has a will.

We walk because we’re not yet done,

Because the night still fears the sun.

Verse 3

One Keeper showed us how to build,

One how to break, one how to bind.

We carried skills we had not instilled,

And left our lesser selves behind.

We thought the dark would fail to follow,

Thought knowledge might outpace the chase.

But every light we carried hollowed,

A shadow deeper in its place.

Chorus

There’s a Keeper further still,

With stronger hands and clearer skill.

We walk because we have to try,

And carry on, though some may die.

Verse 4

By day we planned a place to stay,

A wall, a mark, a place we found.

By night our bearings slipped away,

And wrongness claimed the open ground.

Yet hope would rise with every name,

Spoken softly, passed along.

Not Eyru’s light—but Keeper’s flame,

A spark, a light to prove us wrong.

Final Chorus

There’s a Keeper further still,

Somewhere beyond our failing will.

We walk by night. We rest by day.

We’re not safe yet—but on our way.