Worked Out -

Keeper of abbeys

His name was carved in the grey stone

It was the angel of the north

Reaching for a last

Remnant of the light;

It catches the high stones

He came down from the moors

He’d seen much better days

He set himself to the rain

Keeper of abbeys

His name was carved in the grey stone

It was the angel of the north

Reaching for the light

Rising like the cooling towers

Of the edgelands

Weathered like the stone

Long ago he set himself to the rain

Keeper of abbeys

His name was carved in the grey stone

It was the angel of the north

In his eyes

The embers of love

Fading and failing

If you look close

If you look hard

You can see the traces

He has become the stones;

Weathered to fall

Reaching for the last

Dying ray of light

In a valley in the north

Where a river runs its course

(he had wanted to travel…)