The Masses Thought Them Gods

 

There was a time the Universe was whole,
With beauty indescribable, I’m told.
The knowledge of my ancestors was vast,
Before the matter of the dark amassed.

The creatures of the masses thought them gods,
How sailing in their masteds long and broad,
Would broach each newborn galaxy the need
To cast upon each lesser kind their seed.

The times of sorrow set upon these ports
Through many a millennia to sort,
Across the void that seems will never end
Yet nothing dies, and light will always bend.

The moment long in coming now remains,
I’m here to waive aside the curse and stain.
I slide my bow that weeps and won’t forget,
To heal, and rinse away all the regret.

Star-webbing mists, it shall not spurn your climb
For souls that sleep and missed the end of Time.
My clarion to clear the underground
The expirations of the lost and found.

Head for the strains of crystalline and glass,
I’ll play until departure time is past.
I call you, come to me my children, Hark!
Ascend Aurora’s spine and board the ark.

You’ll sail the oceans of celestial seas,
And be the generation no one sees.
And when it’s time, you’ll all turn into dust,
Become the brightest stars by solar gust.




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