Words from the past

Beneath a scorching sun, Sat I, 

Beneath a scorching sun, 

The multitude surrounded me, 

But I was only one. 

Through chaos and the pulsing throng, 

Submerged to rise anew, 

Through chaos and the pulsing throng, 

I was but heart and true. 

In quiet contemplation, then, 

Whilst teeming horde a blur, 

In quiet contemplation then, 

My heart did read and stir,

Ancient texts, they called to me, 

Chiselled in hard stone, 

Ancient texts, they called to me, 

And gave me welcome home, 

From these ancient walls they came, 

The spirits from the past, 

From these ancient walls they came, 

And wondrous spell they cast. 

Enraptured by ethereal, 

Ghostly echoes, ancient tales, 

Enraptured by ethereal, 

I wandered long worn trails,

 I sat amidst the silence then, 

With stories, many told, 

I sat amidst the silence then, 

Until the sun grew cold.

At last my leave I had to take, 

I thanked them, wished them well, 

At last my leave I had to take, 

With tales still left to tell. 

Dark shadows crept across the words, 

Soon swallowed by the gloom, 

Dark shadows crept across the words, 

That lined the ancient tomb.

The stories of the people who,

Rest there, cold and still,

Are locked away, inside my heart,

Remembered, always will.

 

 

 

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