The Shaman's Journey: On Strings of Webs

The contours of dark lines
among the stars
within twinkling nights
mysterious diadems
floating outside peripheries
of a walker’s twinkling eye
they travel
 
travellers of the cosmos
knowing not time
nor venerate hours
catching gossamer webs
of lost ones
souls left meandering
on unlighted paths
 
walkers watch with care
not guests to sights
beyond the flesh
cowering behind thin veils
of mortal trance
walkers call softly
to those they seek
 
as travellers pass by
silence like a hushed birth
of a holy prince
their countenance in fiery beauty
evoke fear and trembling
deep veneration  
for these cosmic beings
 
they ride on flashes of lights
crests of the highest order
on their shields
these beings sons of El
forever roam the realms
around the universe
for the ultimate Sovereign
 
the walkers  
returning  
will never
speak of Them.