The Old Gods
A message for all to hear,
the old gods are not asleep.
They rise with the rays of revitalization.
It is their followers who need rousing.
Raven wings are the runes of an ancient tongue.
Memory and Thought glide on the wind,
like dark eyes in the sunken face of the sky.
Back to their wise father, for they are his eyes.
If an ear pressed closely to the door, one might hear:
Every entrance before going forward
should be glanced into, for it is difficult to know
where your enemies may lay.
There are some people in your dwelling, young one
some who wish you to be oblivion’s slave
or a thief of men’s minds.
Yet, you shall stand strong in your morals.
A message for you to hear,
the old gods are not asleep.
They have risen with the rays of reverence.
It is you who need rousing, instead.
