Ghosts whisper secrets of mysteries past
memories of another time,
will this vibration always last
until the end of all life?
The stones hold the key
as part of me unlocks the memory
to the time when we shared history.
Where are the kings, where are the monks?
For all we know the spirits exist
waiting for an invitation to persist,
in their energy’s lair
where once again
the skies are fair
and laden with purpose, lest we forget.
The foundation of our lives
then and now, how similar they lie.
Light vs. Dark we know the tale,
all too well, yet never fail
to rise and stand upon sacred ground,
into eternity we defend our right,
as perpetual keepers of the light.