Running like a wisp through the forest fern
familiar lightning shows and various turns!
Roads that traverse the transmigration…
split, congruence, merging translation!
Is were to be is within the Reality
of subjective night and controversy!
Old days I speak of
like a boat sunken in the depths
Of Atlantis’s breathe!
I can visual see the field!
The walls, the architecture! The potential
It is it’s own way
But as they death of the siddhi’s!
Eldorado had to pave its city!
But light shone on…
Darkness crept like a steady mirage over the land
creeping from the ruins of desolation and corruption
seduction to lust, greed, avarice and power!
All led from hatred to darker hours
but death, Samhain, rebirth to the skies!
Lives in the blue, always wishing alive!
The stars above, so below in the Styx
is where Cerberus holds the river Fixed!
Death underneath, but sight so above
but what is shown is under the glove
A single Eye, showing prophetic light!
Many days and Era’s of fright!
Titian’s favoring the rod
like moving into the sands of time…
The time of sand was a wind passing through
like an momentum blast of o shit, too soon
but you can’t go back
if you are light or black
there is no choice, your choice is a matter fact
fact of matter is the point in this
that you only know your own gifts
Stars above! Light shining darkness in the times
of chaos and oblivion, Tempest held crimes
like the roots of the past
found in Atlantis at last!
I have searched, I have felt, I have seen
but the I is not, in this apparent scene
for the beam of light always goes into the flow
and keep on pumping the drow
the dice of time are rolling the gates
for in our linear passing, it is almost too late
for the Celtic way, the state of goodness
that led the way from Ireland’s astuteness
in the past, we Druids, fought the combat of War
In the Summerlands we held tight! !Formation star!
In the steel, calm waters run still
for our living magic, was set to kill
Insane madness of corrupted men
For us Titans, the Druids, gave way to the pen
In the roots of Nature we hid in silence
promising the great, a prophetic station!
This is the way, of all nations.
For in the way, the silent notes played
the music was heard
and it tuned us away
we used sonic sound formations
to blast through to continuous stations
we fed the live, we kept the hive
but most of all, we hide alive
our circle box staff wills the Oak
but promising where never made of Revelstoke
But aye, the Rhine of the battling scars
Wounded us but led us afar!
We took sail to the seas, finding another countries be’s
of sheeple, mindless zombie drones
who were still shovelling street shit homes
they had no clue, that magic around!
The didn’t hear the echo in the ground!
The couldn’t beat the feet
Have a solstice retreat
so we favored yourself to higher esteem
this was what is
for when Rome came
we fought our station’s blame
that we corrupted all
and took away the Christ in all
but aye, we didn’t not preach any path
Only the natural Order that was set in staff
but the light-gods of shadows deep darkness
it was like lightness became from antimatter
then the matter we became showed the forms
and led us to a disaster storm.
But aye, we set the stones, we moved the bones
we saw many things in our home
its like the light of time was washing the abode
of the heart so we could clearly make start
this is the way, that you can’t see
that deep rooted in the sea
is a city, a permeance of sight!
Can’t you see, even darkness is light!
For if no perception, then what do we see!
Other than light in all things; apparently!
The Druids came back
came from the attack of the mountains
hid in the valleys and rivers fountains
playing the sweet songs from oral memory
like so many times the bard sings
so as the tale finishes, the light in many things
apparent chaos isn’t a fling
so what I know is this thing passes
and the Titans constructed the Stone Henge
and this allowed us to see sonic wave patterns
but deep down this also confused Atlantis
for they used the same technology
but to much advancement led them down
the deep dark