They are the guardians of time,
pledged as watchmen
to the sons of man.
They are the fathers of our souls
and mothers to our minds.
They are ancient,
born in endless darkness,
illuminated by a single spark
shining from the source of time,
glowing past the currents
of embryonic stars,
waiting for their place
within the firmament
of our eternity.
They watch our souls shine forward
through the ominous forever,
lighting the universe,
so we can see the truth
within the darkness,
and hear the music
of the empyrean domain,
the symphony of existence,
echoing off the vaults of heaven.
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A Mind's Eye
PoetryA collection of poems grown from myth and mind. Gods, monsters, and mortal men in a variety of poetic forms. Narratives and allegories as deeply rooted in the psyches of modern humanity, as in the civilizations that planted those seeds. Songs from d...
