Lore - Elder

Angelic visions hewn in white

A relic sacred, gift divine

Bathed in sallow golden light

Piercing the vessels of mankind

Who kneels before the mantle gold

Projecting thoughts into the sphere

Where light dissolved manipulates

The aeons cold austere

The inner chamber stands agape

The void benign and whispering

A feather carves a crescent path

Age-hardened is giving in

The seeds we’ve sewn rising forth

The sons of trite and jealous birth

Who wash their hands in blood and soil

A golden light an earthly toil