The Ancients

Ancient hearts of innocence
bring forth the light of stars,
yet all is lost in its eloquence
as a darkened wound still mars.

Peace-full minds of temples loom
forgiveness within the crumble,
a fortnight bellows impending doom
as the Ancients begin their rumble.

Sleeping souls in discontent
blindly charge with icy dagger,
demise secured of their ill-intent
as they stutter through their stagger.

Befallen victims of selfish sight
suffer loss in love, ally and peer,
Daggers of Dark, you have lost all might
your only companion, Fear.

© 2012 Cairenn Rhys

*Author’s Note:

This poem was included in a book by another author in spiritual exchange. This person then went to print with his book and did not include my name or copyright attached to the poem, violating the sacred exchange and my copyright protection.   

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