Moonless and still
Will the raven stars rise
The heavens to swell
In the far eastern skies

My journey took me
Across the sea
In a merchant ship
Bearing exotic spices

I chose this vessel
Because it was the only one
That would cross the deep waters
Off the dull grey coast

My pilgrimage would be shortened
Almost an entire week
Simply by taking this route
And not pathing around

All of the present crew
Had sailed these waters before
But by the fourth day or so
I noticed many of them were uneasy

They moved strangely about the ship
Staying closer to the center
As if trying to avoid
Gazing out at the water

Curiosity getting the better of me
I walked up to the wooden railing
And peered over the edge
Into the deep waters

To my surpise it was crystal clear
And I could see straight through
The refracted sunlight
Dancing on the ocean floor

Then something caught my eye
Deep sunken blocks
Covered in algae
That must not have been natural

Sailing on I noticed these blocks
Forming walls and broken structures
Sitting solemn and untouched
Beneath the crystal waves

We passed a large trench
Amd after we did
I saw what must have been
An ancient city on the ocean bed

Great towers and minarets
Rose from the ocean floor
Even the streets and houses
Where visable from the surface

My attention turned to a courtyard
Or at least what I thought to be one
That sat directly in the center
Of that long sunken place

And in the center of that courtyard
Was a strange sort of obelisk
Upon further investigation
I saw something chained to it

Passing over the city
I could hardly make out the thing
That I saw chained to the pillar
But I thought to myself

That it must have been a person
Imprisoned there some millenia ago
What catastrophe they committed
Was anyone's guess

Nothing now remained of them
But algae encrusted bones
Their jaw broken and mangled
Inhabited by tentacled creatures

Straining to see the figure
Before we were beyond it
I though I saw the  skeleton move
Twisting its head in my direction

With a gaping twisted jaw
Did the old bones speak
Though I was not sure
If anyone else could hear it

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes
To get rid of the feeling
Left in me by its words
After I did I looked back in astonishment

The waters we sailed over
Were now murky and green
Nothing like the clear waters
I had seen only moments before

I asked one of the sailors
If we had steered off course
Or if the water changed
In this part of the sea

He promptly replied no
Saying we were right on course
And the water was always murky
In the Turn-Tide sea

The boards creek
In a broken home
Not due to time
But because she's alone

Wandering the halls
filled with dusty light
the old clock chimed
just out of sight

No one returned
Since the fight had concluded
The resentment only grew
As they brooded and brooded

And in their wake
They abandoned her there
With tears on her cheek
And tangles in her hair

she would look out the window
From time to time
But no one came back
The clock continued to chime

Many times had I sat
At the base of that old tree
With its gnarled roots
And hanging branches


Dozens of happy memories
Were irreversibly linked with it
I couldn't help but smile
As I looked to it out the window


The sun had begun its descent
Spreading its golden rays
Through the branches and leaves
Of that lovely tree


I saw my daughter sitting
Reading under the tree
That I had come to know so well
And I nearly cried


But I stopped myself
I would have to be strong
For everyone
But for her especially


Before I lost myself in thought
The front door opened
They were ready
But I wasn't sure if I was


I looked one last time
Out the back window
To that ancient tree
Before putting my hat on


I still wasn't used to being bald
But I knew I had to do this
After all,
I have many more fond memories


To make under that tree

Oh, what do they know
Those that walk
And down there go
To travel paths
That shadows know
Parades to flow
In and down
Processions of death
With golden crowns
Two by two
They walk in rows
No man by himself
Is brought down low
It just goes to show
It's a coordinated effort
Between the devil and
Our fallen hearts
That without God's hand
We would be torn apart
And slowly drift
Unknowingly so
Down that path
To where they go
Thus follow shades
And to them become
Having denied the path
Of the Chosen One

Man is not meant to be alone
Yet down this path I shall go
Through forest tall and valley low

The road stretches
Beyond my sight
The world is cold
As if at night

The stars they fall
And pass away
Darkness bleeds
On into day

I stumble forward
Through rock and thorn
Continuing on
My path forlorn

When light I see
I'll close my eyes
And with the sun
I too shall rise

Man is not meant to be alone
Yet down this path I shall go
Through forest tall and valley low
Ever onward I shall go

Meager roads
Naught but dirt and stone
Paths not tread
Since distant moans

Were howled from the cliffs above

Now the howling
From the wind in the brush
The bleached out bones
Of those who rushed

So swift to meet their ill fate

I will take my time
In reaching that place
That cardinal city
Of splendor and grace

I ponder if it still stands
For someone who has no where to go

Smoke, thistle and gnarled tree
The way we walk is one of three
The road up high, the one down low
And the middle part that most do go
Few did know and fewer now still
That all three ways have their fill
Of danger, joy, hope and hate
Only to tell once it's too late
What path it was they traveled on
When at the end they stand at dawn
At the gates of heaven
Or in the valley of death
All roads we take lead the same place
The only difference made
By the one who walks the path

Far above the clouds
Invisible to most
Lies a broken pillar
On a dull grey coast

It used to guide the souls
Of dreamers lost too deep
Now it only marks
The edge of what is sleep

Beyond its crumbled stone
Do strange and old things stir
What shape these things may take
None living can be sure

Yet beyond the ruined tower
Dark things may not pass
So long as the stars above
Shine down like broken glass

During stormy nights
Among our sleepless dreams
They say this far off place
Can still yet be seen

And when observed by children
Does the pillar intact stand
With its great beam of starlight
Guiding lost souls to land

The plains of Il-Volruil are silent
Its grasses sway gently

The light of the liquid moon
Hangs heavy overhead

Though calm and undisturbed
None dare venture there

For in its ruins
Does a strange thing lurk

A twisted creature
From a time long lost

A being that holds
Two cardinal tales

The child's tale
Of a misunderstood protector

And the fearful man's tale
Of a dark and malignant spirit

I can hear a steady drip
Stalactites growing at lethargic rates
A dark pool providing moisture
To the nearby luminescent fungi

I am lost

Perhaps I always have been
I can no longer remember
From where I came
Or to where I was going

I merely walk back and forth
Among the tunnels ad caverns
Hoping to stumble on a path
I have not yet traveled

But always I return
To this strange pool
Of murky black water
Surrounded by dim calming lights

The day drew to an end
As the shadows of night
Gently pulled themselves
Over the far horizon

I book an inn for the night
For I was far from home
And the long journey
Had left me sore with fatigue

After talking around the hearth
It came time for me
To retire to my room
Amidst the rising moon

As I entered my quarters
I scanned around
By the dim glowing light
Of my half worn candle

Directly in front of the bed
Was a very old portrait
Of a shadowy man
And trees in the distance

I gazed at the art work
The likeness was impeccable
And made even more realistic
In the low light of my candle

Soon after I put out the wick
I had passed out on the bed
Yet I had a restless sleep
Filled by a sense of dread

As I woke up in a sweat
I tried but could not
Pin point the source
Of my nocturnal fear

After rubbing my eyes
I looked again to the painting
But all I saw was a window
And distant trees

Gently swaying in the wind

He said he would come back
But they don't believe him
It's been years since he left
Somewhere I couldn't follow

They call me a fool
Everyday for still believing
That he will come back
And things will be made right

And perhaps they are right
He has been gone years
Indeed long millennia
But I know he'll return

He's not known to break promises

They rattle and strike below the earth
Gears and engines in the darkness

The swinging of rusted chains
Echoes from unseen caverns

Distant metallic churning at night
Grows closer during the day

They are coming
From where and when unknown

Yet they draw ever closer
The sounds of metal and machines

I fear they will soon be upon us
Whatever they may be

There is a name made known to all
But what it means has been forgotten
Even by those who speak it

In that one name all are saved
Receiving not just forgiveness
But the remission of all evil

The power of that single name
Is the same as the individual
The great one who bore it

That name was given to us
Those who believe it's power
Doing all that He did

Casting out all unclean spirits
Healing all by that name
The signs that accompany it's preaching

Why then do we not see it
This promised power
Displayed in ages gone by?

Oh you of little faith
Do you not know that faith comes by hearing
And hearing by the word of God

Faith is simply this
Believing that word in your heart
Not just in your head
Then acting upon it
Being sure of what you hope for
And certain of what you do not see

If you believe that name
Which is the name of Jesus
That is Yeshua the Annointed One

If you truly believe it
And do not doubt in your heart
In your heart, that is your spirit

Those signs will follow you too
So stop doubting and believe
Do not wait for a sign

You are the sign
The signs are done through you
You are the body

Of the One called Christ
It's time to act like it
Don't wait on God for this

He is waiting on you
To believe in the  true power of that name
And to act on it

Dream away
Where they might be
Swaying fern
And date palm tree
There where is
The sun I know
Golden, purple
And then below
The blue green waters
Clear and deep
A rising moon
To bid still sleep

Further trace the lava flow
Molten rock and steam
We wander up the ashen slopes
Naught all is what it seems
The burning rim hides lost things
Since sealed below the earth
Take the plunge that we might find
Those secrets and their worth

Brick and stone
The river near
I hold your hand
Out on the pier
The sun drifts beneath
The purple sky
On days like this
I wonder why
Why you chose
To hold my hand
And walk this path
To unknown lands
But  soon my question
Fades in your eyes
As the sun sinks low
And the moon does rise

The road may go for a month or year
It may take you far or take you near
To the things you thought you wanted

But inevitably along the way
From day to night and night to day
You'll discover something new

Something more than what you set out to find
Concepts and dreams expand your mind
Until you come to one truth
Unknowingly sought out since youth

A truth so few have received

A vague misty haze
Blanketed the world.
Only dull shapes could be made out
Through the primordial fog .


It is said that in those times
The very earth could change shape.
The moment it's observer looked away,
As if it was itself, alive.


The only certainty of form,
Was brought with light,
Which was a luxurious commodity
Before the great forges were lit.


With the dawning of light,
So too dawned life as we know it,
Which flourished and grew,
Under the light of newborn stars.


But now the forges
Are all but extinguished.
Dark spots envelop the sky
Where stars once churned.


It has already begun,
The end to light's long reign.
And with its end,
Will obscurity return,


In the rolling fog of ages.

The Sea engulfed this place once
But spat it back out
None have returned here
In honor of those merciful gods
Who could so easily swallow us all
In the depths of dark waters
But not now, no not yet
In time however it is known
The world will return
As it was in the beginning
Back to darkness
Back to the Sea

It had happened so long ago
None now there could recall
How or why the helmets and armor
Lay at the bottom of the shallow sea

Like clockwork at dusk
Such relics would wash ashore
Battered, rusted and torn
To lay on the white sand beach

The children of the nearby village
Loved to pick the prettiest pieces
And bring them back as souvenirs
To decorate their little huts

The adults of the village didn't mind
But they were warry of certain obiects
Namely the black boxes and drums
Full of pointed or rounded cylinders

Years ago thinking it to be junk
A villager threw one such box in a fire
The result sounded like a great host
Of lightning striking over and over

Some of the villagers thought
The boxes could be used to make fire
But none of them yet have deciphered
How the strange objects work

No, for the most they are content
Living in their riverside village
Happy and oblivious
That the world ended long ago

Far beyond the steel grey towers
And flashing lights in evening hours
Through the old forests
And over the streams
Where birds still call
And stars yet gleam
Can a pool be found of silvery blue
Reflecting the heavens that we once knew
With tranquil waters
And wind in the trees
Can I find again
Who I used to be

I had heard old tales
Of flesh and bones in the desert
Stretching as far as the eye could see
Scattered among the wastes


They say a great guardian
Once protected the cities of that place
Though now they are all sunken
Below the shifting sands


What happened there none can say
Though most wholesome folk suspect
There is nothing to be gained there
Save for an elder curse


Only a few had known
Of that sentinel's identity
And only one of them yet lived
With this knowledge in their heart


Being the sole bearer
Of such lost memory
Did I travel to that dark desert
With a singular goal in mind


To raise those great sinews and bones
Of that fallen guardian Gryr
Who is the last protector of man
In a time not yet come

Hazy and grey
With a blueish tinge
As if somewhere behind it
The sky I knew still existed

The rain slanted down
For hours without letting up
There was no wind
And it seemed unnaturally quiet

Every so often a car would pass
And I myself would pass
In and out of consciousness
On the uncomfortable love seat

I had left the window open a bit
But the few times
I found myself awake
I could not will myself to close it

Something about that dull light
Muted, distant and deep
Lulled me to sleep
And put my dreams at ease

For I did not wake again

The air was pure
The sun just set
Shades of purple
Faded to black

A sliver horned moon
Appeared in the sky
Revealed by thick clouds
As they sailed in the night

I could see the darkness
Of the unlit moon
The ocean of storms
And the craters of time

In felt for a moment
That my gaze was returned
By similar wondering eyes
Somewhere in the shadow

Of the sliver horned moon

The warm orange glow of sunlight
Recedes on ivied stone
Giving way to dull shadows
Waiting to be freed

The day is over
Evening blankets the sky
In red and purple hues
Heralding the coming night

In the moment between
Where sun and moon meet
Betwixt the light and dark
Can a brief glimpse be seen

Of something quite familiar
At the height of creation
Where the vast heavens
Meet the slumbering earth

There does it sit
In paradise enshrined
Peering down below
Waiting ever so patiently

To carry on from where it left
So many ages ago

The strange man presented it to me
A device that would allow me to travel
To any point in the past

Being an archaeologist
I marveled at this opportunity
And took the mechanism from him

He gave me instructions
That I only half listened to
I was far to excited to pay attention

Before I knew it he was gone
I stood alone with the device
Cupped into the palms of my hands

It seemed simply enough to use
So I walked out the door
And turned it back 100 years

Unsurprisingly I was standing in a field
With no buildings to be seen for miles
After all this city had only been built recently

I also realized I could chose a location
So naturally I chose ancient Egypt
And set it back 1000 years

I stood before the great pyramids
Still standing 1000 years ago
Albeit a bit less weathered

For a time I simply watched
Perhaps I was there for an hour
Perhaps several years I could not tell

As I watched I got an ingenious idea
I would go back and see
The very construction of the pyramids

So i re-calibrated the device
And set it back another 2000 years
The world warped around me

When I arrived I saw the great structures
Still standing in their majesty
No sign of any recent work on them

So I traveled back another 1000 years
To a date that many historians
Believe was the starting point of their construction

And there they still stood
Though something seemed odd about them
What it was I could not say

I thought about how far to go back again
While I contemplated this
A figure approached in the distance

It looked as though
They were reaching out to me
Though they shouldn't be able to see me

Before I knew it they were upon me
I quickly turned the dial
In a maddened panic

My thumb slipped
The dial slid back uncontrollably
Going back more that 50,000 years

I tried to stop it
But to no avail
The dial kept turning, kept going back

Farther and farther
I lost all track of space or time
Until finally, the device stopped

I looked at the machine
It did not display a year
In fact it seemed quite broken

I looked up and to my surprise
I still saw those ancient monoliths
Yet now they stood over a lush forest

The sky was dark
Illuminated only by a far off red
Emanating from the beyond the stars

And then I saw it
That primordial creature
That appears within all our dreams

I knew now that I was outside of time
And so was this timeless titan
That stood before the great pyramids

It stood tall over the earth
With outstretched arms
A low hum came from within it

And I recognized the sound
And it filled me with dread
It was the sounds we all hear

The sound when we are alone before sleep
The droning in our heads
When all else is quiet

I covered my ears
Before those towering monoliths
That stood here, long before time began

That is how he kept us
Trapped within this thing
That we call time

And we would never be free
The droning continued
And it would for all eternity

Always gnawing
In the back of our minds

Among desolation,
Hidden, buried deep,
The vaults of gods,
Lost secrets do keep.

Though all creation
Succumbed to the blight,
The precursors foresaw,
And sealed their might.

In dark chasms below,
Do great engines lie in wait.
For the predestined time
To fulfill their grand fate.

Though those now above,
Twisted and broken,
Sing of wicked things,
That should neer be spoken,

They will not inherit
What remains of this world.
Their end will come,
When the stars lie unfurled.

Good poems are hard to find
Our opinions so often swayed
By the number next to it
Or the thought of the masses
Some great writings
Are only great
Because we think they are
And there in lies
The subjectivity of art
A beautiful thing
Not to be mingled with reality

Subjectivity is a foreign concept
To the Earth we inhabit
A nebulous thing
Birthed in the human mind
The world is as it is
All one can do
Is get closer to the truth
We are all simply
At different points
Along that journey
Indeed most never make it
Until they reach that place beyond

Subjectivity in art
Is something to be cherished
But keep it out of reality
Unless you wish the world about you
To fracture and crumble to dust

There is a place far off into the night
Beyond the blackened sea and Out of sight


A sunken city below the waves
Once a bastion but now a grave


That once great city now had drowned
Yet its prince that was crowned

Had been quickly spirited away
Before the coming of that fateful day


Some say a creature and others a god
Had taken him away to a land abroad


Beyond the horizon where towers do stand
Heralding the border of the realm of man


The city now sunken in the deep of the sea
Abandoned eternal as it should be


All its inhabitants forgotten and dead
Save for the prince who was saved by a thread


Neither that city nor the young prince
Have ever been seen or heard from since


Yet in dark times at the end of days
When the world is shrouded by a cosmic haze


Might that sunken city rise once more
Showing the pathway to that ancient door


Opened only by the crown bloodstone
Whose sole possessor is the heir to the throne

Twisted and cavernous
Unlike any place should be
Distorted beyond memory
Whether in my mind or reality
I cannot for certain say

The place is as I recall it
The home of my youth
Though perhaps my recollection
Has been swayed by delusional dreams
Or visions of a reality I cannot see

Every night when I awake
I recognize far less of the world
Than when I had gone to bed
And when I sleep, I dream of memories
Memories I have never experienced  

I grow less and less sure
That the world I know
Both waking and dreaming
Are separated by much more
Than a thin fluttering veil

And I do not know
Which side of the veil
Is the side I have come from
And to which side of the cloth
Is the way I should go

Humanity sleeps
But where I don’t know
The suns grown dim
So far from home
I wander the wastes
In hopes to find
Where we slumber
And unconscious reside
Few waking remain
And evermore sleep
Down in the womb
That form they might keep
Yet wander I will
Alone if need be
For I am one in name
But in spirit made three

Something can be true,
Regardless of who believes it.

Even if the world ended
And all men perished,

It would remain true.

Because truth does not come from the mind,
But somewhere else the mind reaches;

Which is why we discover
Laws and mathmatical equations,

Not invent them.
For the already exist;

In a third realm beyond both time and space,
A realm that governs them both.

To believe the material world is absolute,
Is to deny our own minds;

Which draw from the well
Outside of the material world

On a daily basis.

So that we no longer
One day have to die

Proceed
with the procession
End
the sick transgression

That plagued us so long
Where did we go wrong

Bury the old
And martyr the young
Things end the same
As they'd always begun
But it's worse to those
Who decide to run

All it takes is a few
To turn around
To say that's enough
To stand their ground
And that's what they did
The thirteen that here lie
Waiting for their solemn
Graves in the sky

So that we no longer
One day have to die

In the night they lie
Thirteen graves in the sky
To the martyrs of old
That yet they may die

Those saints now below
Beneath rock and snow
In the chambers of old
Locked long ago

Their resolve was extreme
For that sacrifice supreme
To cull the great sickness
That came from our dreams

Ever now do they wander
In those great hollows yonder
So that yet we might live

Within our own minds

Away from all other cities
Far from any walkway or road
Lies a simple city on the sea
Known only as Mrn


The city would rise and fall
With the tide of that great sea
Which gave it the lasting title
Of the Tidal City


None for sure knew
How exactly the city moved
For the mechanisms that allowed it
Never had to be repaired


But this did not worry the simple folk
Who lived in the city and along the coast
For they were happy and content
Playing on the warm seashore


Every spring all manner of turtles
Would rise out of the sea
To bury their eggs in the sand
And wait for their young to hatch


The people of Mrn were particularly fond
Of those turtles and their precious eggs
Often they would sit on the beach for days
Guarding the eggs from potential predators


The costal folk lived there
Peaceful and content
In that tidal city of Mrn
That rose and fell with the waves


At that shore on the edge of the world

Hard times breed strong people
Strong people create peaceful times
Peaceful times breed weak people
Weak people create hard times

And we are those weak people right now
Content to stay in our bubbles
Where we feel accepted and safe
Oblivious of the hard times ahead

In a far off land
Unknown to most
Lies a tilted City
On a dull grey coast

High on the rocks
Before the sea foam
Sat the ancient town
That none called home

No one inhabited
Its stone brick walls
Its little hovels
or dinning halls

I decided to explore
In the settlements wake
But as the night drew near
The ground began to quake

I slowly approached
Its time worn gate
And opened the city
As the hour drew late

Far off down the street
I noticed a light
That gently pierced the dark
Of this distant lands night

Making my way
Through the cobbled streets
I found an old sign
Written cursive and neat

As I read through its words
All I could understand
Was the town's name of Sur
The only in the land

Through the streets I walked
Past the houses and stores
Whose doors were all locked
And whose lights shone no more

But as I came to the square
Where the three roads meet
I was met by a strange
Yet pleasant heat

For a fire roared
In the center pit
But no one was there
By whom it was lit

As I stood in the square
I heard many a sound
Uttered from above
Beneath and around

It sounded as though
The town was alive
As it softly hummed
Rose and dived

I sat in this place
Til' the end of my years
Yet when I was gone
Still my voice you could hear

I loved her naught
But for what I crafted her to be
Thus her reality
Shred my fantasy to pieces

For she was far more lovely
Than I ever could have imagined

Without the material
The spiritual can't be known
Without the spiritual
The material has no meaning

This is why so many are lost
And without meaning
They have abadoned the dichotomy
Of the two worlds

And have chosen only one
In all things it leads them
To the ancient truths of the spiritual
Yet to follow would be to admit defeat

So they continue to wallow
In self hatred and meaningless
All because of their pride
Or their ignorance

Feathers lift my downturn head,
Carrying me to the land below.
Solemn sky and crumbled stone;
Remnants of the Underearth.

The ground of tangled sinews,
The forests of marrow bone,
The heavens of moonlit blood,
The very air; slivers of ice.

Something beats among the feathers,
A pitch black mass; ungulating feverishly.
The many limbs and eyes
Of a thing long forgotten.

Where it leads me I do not know.
But I have no doubt any longer
That from the place I am going,
I will never return.

The gentle mountain hums
A strange unknown song

Its low undertone
Reverberates through the forest below

Why the mountain sings is unknown
Though many say

The song is simply the dying meoldy
Of a thing buried long ago

Beneath that gentle mountain

It takes much more faith
To believe the universe came from nothing
For no reason at all,
Than it does to believe it came from something
For a purpose.

The walkers of night
Tall ghostly white
Lank in the fields
Under dim moon light

From where they come
And to where they go
Is not discussed
For nobody knows

No noise do they make
In the forms that they take
Gone in the morning
Before the first wake

Though everyone sees them
None say a word
For fear of the tales
And dark stories they've heard

Far beyond the mountains
With their gossamer tiped peaks
Lies that hallowed forest
Called the Wandering Woods

And within its tall shadows
Lurk a pair of watching eyes
Solemn and distant
As the moon of the day

Every night a deep fog
Rolls in over the hills
Blanketing the forest
And the surrounding area

Come morning the woods are gone
Transported somewhere
In that vast expanse
beyond the towering mountains

They say on a journey long ago
A man walked into the woods
And conversed with the being
Who watches from afar

And he has not since returned

In those cursed woods
Rotten and deep
Does the many eyed creature
Skulk and creep
Ever shifting and changing
In the mists of the night
Come morning, vanished
With the dawning light

Far long bloom
In fields of yore
Where a lazy moon
Through canvas pours

Over breeze tossed leaves
As they fall and float
Through skies dark blue
Like lonesome boats

An unknown song
Beyond the horizon plays
Remote and distant
In the pre-dawn haze

Sweet yet strange
Its melodies unfold
On those early hours
When night yet holds

Its grasp on wonder
In the great starry sky
Before they all set
And bid their goodbye

The fields and houses smolder in the rain
The war has raged for so long
All reason for it has passed out of memory
Now ashes and charred bones
Are all that remain

The sound of thunder rumbles in the distance
But I know better
It is the sound of those ancient machines
That walked before the war began
And ever since have continued their march

Occasionally you could catch a glimpse of them
Through the smoke and haze
Great hulking constructs of a bygone age
Ever churning and grinding
Shaking the earth with every step

Perhaps these wars might end
If the masters of these machines
Were still around to stop them
For now their endless march will continue
On to the destruction of all mankind

Beyond the shore I have not traveled
I sit upon the white sands and marvel
At the porcelain guardians that watch over
Their flawless faces and radiant wings
Towering above the gentle waves
The lands they govern are peaceful
Surveyed with unblinking eyes
I heard tales of one who sailed beyond them
To places hitherto unknown
But I'm sure those are mere legends
Beyond those guardians that encircle our land
Lie things in wait long since banished
Undying things not understood
So long as the guardians stand though
Those great gifts of Nyalmr
We will yet remain
They have watched over all below
Since the last great empire fell
And indeed they will stand watching
Long after we are gone
And the world has passed away