Ye Olde Magicks

harbringer, carrying thy holy burden
Un-worked stones of time

The grass tall on the hollow hills
Sorrowed faeries ceased to fast
His circles and symbols, attracted the spirits
Of whom thought lost

His prayers to them and summons
Drew the moisture from the ground around him
The lids of each his eyes, malformed to his forefingers, left and right
His voices, a parody of gibberish

The catalysis began with the rising of the seas
When the powers made the material descent
His melting torso showered the children
With conditional understanding

Creatures that dwelt in the clay
Upheaved the ocean floor in clouds
Billowing red sand

They have awakened to cleanse
And heal the spiraling worlds

Claimed long forgooten ages ago
He spoke of nightmarish malice, but the beauty

Incomparable, these aliens brought this planet life
Purifying in graceful slaughter