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.