Do you feel the burning?
Like a long forgotten melody,
Whispering through your thoughts,
Only to fade away when you grasp it to study its details.
Child do you know what that call within is?
That inner music is the magic of a long lost age,
The crackle of power we have forgotten how to use.
What we must ask is Do we want it back?
Do we grasp it tightly,
And spread our wings to take flight?
Or do we turn our eyes to the rat-race fight,
And forget our roots to wither in the night?
What would your choice be?
To choose to follow the magic,
Is to mark yourself apart from the lost.
We feel the life under our bare feet,
When they look on us in wonder and shake their heads.
It is to stand proud when they hate you.
Strong when they try to hurt you.
At peace when they trouble you.
Living our lives among the lying corpses,
Ignoring the shame they try to bestow upon us as gifts of death.
Awaken to the Earth’s cries my child,
Feel the magic in the touch of dampened dirt,
In the smell of rain washing away the old.
Do not be scared my child,
For you are not alone in this walk.
Ancient Gods walk beside and within you,
Their gifts and tests area a part of this life.
May you never forget Them my little one,
For They will never forget you.