If you ever born to the ancient sky,
As young as naive the innocent eye.
To meet a maiden, strange and queer,
But there is nothing to fear.
She welcome those that settle the land
On which she set the young at hand.
For there that bring, above and uphold,
To the guardian stone of the old.

Before the rise of civilized world,
Beyond the wars that set in stone.
Its power loom in stagnant approach
To the many that dare to boast.
Look below at the runes that glow,
Sending light to the stars it go.
From there little drake, bare to witness
Of the thread that holds below.

Art: Temple by ddal84 (KDY)


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