Beast fangs grinding to a halt
In the land of rising tides
I ascend into the vault
Where the ancient wisdom hides
I was looking for a man
Or a woman, or a book
Someone, anything, a plan;
Nothing there met my look.
In the cave beyond the sand
In the light I stood alone
Journal, held with care, in hand
I have braved the strange unknown.
Spent my life on finding it
In the deepest web of lies
In return it mocked my wit
"Thence emerge the final Wise".
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In the murky shadow light
I embraced my feather pen
Much was there left to write
For the future heirs of men.
Evocation
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