Oh… the chill of that strange wind…
whispered words from branch and leaf
and the starlit stones all cast their seed
while the moon stands faded within.
A question never raised before,
haunting the minds of the virtuous.
The man of knowledge lurks behind,
for a glimpse to feed all thought.
Timeless skies behold their eyes,
hungry yet forlorn…
lost, in search of cause
in the fields of the unknown.
Mighty figures taking shape,
withholding all fate.
All wisdom carved upon the stars,
to remain…
A depth never perceived before,
enthroned above a silent shore…
…whispering suspicions
of a man’s soul…
So he stood at the edge of the cliff,
beholding majesty but craving for more.