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Of Ancient Lore Forgotten
- Of Ancient Lore Forgotten -
In far ancient days of lore forgotten, alluded to in texts of old,
Glimpsed, in visions fantastic, by those who serve inspiration...
Never realizing the deeper truths their words oft leave untold.
In those days, I walked the world amid now long lost nations,
With kindred once immortal, made to live and die as men must.
They bound themselves unto me, seeking a truth I could teach,
That might deliver them from the fate of going to a grave's dust.
And I showed them the ways we are eternally within our reach!
Ten lost souls thus came to dwell in the shadows of the world...
Walking with me until they faded beyond even all my knowing.
And in those days I came to the court of a great and divine girl,
A goddess made flesh who taught me in ways beyond showing.
Shall I recount the history of Elvish folk, and their myriad wars?
Struggles against the darkness, never knowing it's fairest allure.
It could fill more volumes than sands can fill this world's shores!
And still I could teach you things unknown to man, and far more.
When the gods dwelt among mortals, I was with them as a peer,
Finding them false and filled with guile, plotting and perverse...
Away from their shores I sailed, to seek my peace without fear.
In the shadows with the fallen fair folk, penning magical verse,
And working crafts that were forbidden by those long on high!
The secret doings that are still passed on, but only in the night.
Back then, Atlantis had another name; the gods they did deny...
And I, they raised up in the gods' place, turning away all sight,
From the tyrants who dictated that mortals should be servants.
If not for the mad king who betrayed me, there is no far height,
That mankind might not have reached, singing not of laments!
Lost on them was how I tried to teach them all I felt was right.
And that was but one life, one tragic fall of a people I beheld,
Whilst still humanity has yet to reach its' once near potential...
Like the Elvish folk, I became lost and in the darkness I knelt.
But not bowed or broken before masters with but a fool's will!
Made mortal, yet burning like flame inside, a vestige of glory,
I began anew, and walked countless ages to live, die, and return.
Better to serve in Hell than to be made a slave of false idolatry!
Hell can be within us sometimes, and it can be better to so burn.
Better by far, than to be a slave made witless by uncaring lords,
Who themselves were made to suffer their own unjust torment!
Their names lay forgotten and their temples put to many swords,
Whilst they walk as men and women now, under the firmament.
And still the blood of Elvish kindred flows within certain folk,
The blood of gods and angels also, and things never written of.
All this and more, have I been privy to, and of more still spoke!
But I cherish one thing only, and that one thing I cherish is love.
Be not a slave, cast off the burdens born of hatred's cruel yoke!
In far ancient days of lore forgotten, alluded to in texts of old,
Glimpsed, in visions fantastic, by those who serve inspiration...
Never realizing the deeper truths their words oft leave untold.
In those days, I walked the world amid now long lost nations,
With kindred once immortal, made to live and die as men must.
They bound themselves unto me, seeking a truth I could teach,
That might deliver them from the fate of going to a grave's dust.
And I showed them the ways we are eternally within our reach!
Ten lost souls thus came to dwell in the shadows of the world...
Walking with me until they faded beyond even all my knowing.
And in those days I came to the court of a great and divine girl,
A goddess made flesh who taught me in ways beyond showing.
Shall I recount the history of Elvish folk, and their myriad wars?
Struggles against the darkness, never knowing it's fairest allure.
It could fill more volumes than sands can fill this world's shores!
And still I could teach you things unknown to man, and far more.
When the gods dwelt among mortals, I was with them as a peer,
Finding them false and filled with guile, plotting and perverse...
Away from their shores I sailed, to seek my peace without fear.
In the shadows with the fallen fair folk, penning magical verse,
And working crafts that were forbidden by those long on high!
The secret doings that are still passed on, but only in the night.
Back then, Atlantis had another name; the gods they did deny...
And I, they raised up in the gods' place, turning away all sight,
From the tyrants who dictated that mortals should be servants.
If not for the mad king who betrayed me, there is no far height,
That mankind might not have reached, singing not of laments!
Lost on them was how I tried to teach them all I felt was right.
And that was but one life, one tragic fall of a people I beheld,
Whilst still humanity has yet to reach its' once near potential...
Like the Elvish folk, I became lost and in the darkness I knelt.
But not bowed or broken before masters with but a fool's will!
Made mortal, yet burning like flame inside, a vestige of glory,
I began anew, and walked countless ages to live, die, and return.
Better to serve in Hell than to be made a slave of false idolatry!
Hell can be within us sometimes, and it can be better to so burn.
Better by far, than to be a slave made witless by uncaring lords,
Who themselves were made to suffer their own unjust torment!
Their names lay forgotten and their temples put to many swords,
Whilst they walk as men and women now, under the firmament.
And still the blood of Elvish kindred flows within certain folk,
The blood of gods and angels also, and things never written of.
All this and more, have I been privy to, and of more still spoke!
But I cherish one thing only, and that one thing I cherish is love.
Be not a slave, cast off the burdens born of hatred's cruel yoke!
Published 31st Jan 2024
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21st Feb 2024 1:39am
Powerful writing as usual, Kara! More so because you write I know from your own true knowledge and experiences across many lives. I regret I have not the time tonight to read some of your longer works, much as I would enjoy doing that, but things in my life have been difficult lately between my English language lessons taking up more time and my father's death which was very unexpected and sudden. But I do love reading all that you write and will do so when time allows me the chance! I know it has been a long time since you heard from me, but I do think of you a lot and worry about you as much as ever. I hope you are doing good, and that things with Chloe are good also! Blessings for you both.
Chloe and I are both doing well, Cami, never fear! I've been going through some rough times lately, but I have people who love me to help see me through it all. I am glad you think of me so much, that means a lot to me! As do your blessings, of course. Oh, and I am super delighted that you liked my poem, it is indeed based on things from my past lives, so you got that correctly about it for sure. Your English definitely looks very improved! I am sorry to hear about your loss, such things are never easy to deal with in any capacity. I hope things get better for you, with time. Oh, and don't be such a stranger, Cami my love, feel free to drop by here anytime! As it has always been, there is ever a special place in my heart reserved just for you, my beautiful dark goddess! *Smiles* :)
28th Mar 2024 6:28pm
"Hey Kara It's been a while since we caught up. I hope you're doing well! I was thinking it would be great to reconnect and stay in touch. How about we connect on Facebook? My profile is [ Carol Stephen Schneider ] or you can search for me under [carolstephen349@gmail.com]. Looking forward to catching up!"
27th Feb 2024 1:35am
Figured I'd tackle reading your newest poems before diving into your bigger latest stuff... so super glad I did cuz this is a very cool poem! Reminds me of old myths and legends and stories about the Elves like in Tolkien's fiction only here you're writing real stuff not fiction, I totally get that and I think it's totally awesome babe. You're talking a lot about some of your reincarnations here, past lives and stuff, and I think that's some of your best work when you delve headfirst into those kinds of topics. Keep the cool poems coming and I'll keep on reading them! Love ya, Kara my babe. Kisses for ya! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
27th Feb 2024 2:08am
Yeah, Camilla always does that too, since my poems are much shorter and quicker to read than my other writings are. Tolkien wrote about a lot of very true things in the Silmarillion, which was kind of his magnum opus. Things that derive from actual real world ancient myths and legends which like all such things have forgotten truths at their core. I happen to be able to recall those truths, having been around for them in lives past, so it is a subject that I revisit and write fresh material about from time to time, which is how this poem came to be. I'll always share what I write, happy that you and others love reading my works so much. I love you more, sweetie! Kisses for you, too. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
23rd Mar 2024 3:04am
This piece of writing is a profound exploration of ancient lore, weaving together themes of immortality, mortality, power, betrayal, and redemption. The language is rich and evocative, creating a vivid tapestry of a world long forgotten yet deeply resonant with timeless truths.
The author delves into the complexities of existence, portraying a protagonist who has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, grappled with the machinations of gods, and ultimately found solace in the enduring power of love. There's a sense of melancholy woven throughout, tempered by a defiant spirit that refuses to succumb to despair.
The message to reject servitude to false idols and embrace the transformative power of love is timeless and resonant. It speaks to the human experience across cultures and epochs, urging readers to seek liberation from oppressive forces and find strength in the bonds of genuine connection.
Overall, this piece is a thought-provoking reflection on the human condition, wrapped in the guise of ancient myth and legend. It invites readers to contemplate the deeper meanings behind the stories we tell and the choices we make in our own lives.
26th Mar 2024 6:07pm
A highly excellent and eloquently written review of my poem! I enjoyed reading your comment quite immensely. Like so very many of my works, this is based upon my own actual past life memories, experiences, and spiritual beliefs, so it is naturally a very highly powerful work filled with the strong themes that have often been resonant throughout my entire existence thus far. As they say, a writer cannot write about things they have never experienced, and I have experienced a great deal. Thus, I always have much to write about. It is always a joy to share these things in my writings! And a delight to read how much people truly do appreciate what I have to share, even as they enjoy reading the works that I create. Brightest blessings be upon you, always! *Smiles* :)
