Mysticism

Khors

Black eye-sockets of the forest mires
 Staring in the distant icy edges
 And into the sky and crystal stars
 That still treasure wisdom of the ages

 Ancient world is muffling up its bones
 And revealing secrets just to me,
 Sleeping to the music of the horns,
 Hoping for the better times to be


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