Sunday, August 9, 2009

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,

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.

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