Deep in the hills,
Where the trees hide the
Light,
They're lies a secret sect
Enclaved in morbid delight,
Ancient philosophy
Sets they're code of belief,
Praying to the higher
power,
For, immortality is
what they Seek,
Full of wisdom,
The seer sows tales
That would disturb
The mind,
His whispers are valiant,
And echo through the sands
Of time,
The followers listen
And obey,
As they kneel neath the
Light of the moon,
Invoking the gods to
Enlighten the mood,
©sundust
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