Cast the shadows of time long
Shades of bare recollection,
Whispers of the mulling throng
Blend as the murmur of one,
Chant the tales of yesteryear
A chilling incantation,
The innermost soul can hear
Songs of the deeds that were done,
In the sea the oldest wave
Rises high into the sun,
Holding the mariner’s grave
Spinning yarns of battles won,
Canst thou the verse recollect,
Written when the world was young?
Pause now that you may reflect
Upon ballads heroes sung,
An internal history
Etched in spirit crystalline,
Look within your heart to see
The places we all have been,
Enter the gladiators
A parade that marched miles long,
Lead by mythic Minotaurs
Beasts as huge as they were strong,
The tide of the ages flows
Gathering to rise again,
Only the Ancient One knows
How high it has ebbed and when.
© 1993 TARickey
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