Shrouded in the haze of the moon
and the forest drift,
steps forward
the order of righteous myst
Chanting the hymns of the sacred mother
guardians of nature soon to discover
We are the ones that stand vigil
upon ground, chalice, circle and sigil
The Time-Watchers have returned
to emerge from the long forgotten shadows
When time comes, shall we return
and in these shadows guard your fate
until time comes, we shall await
The revelation shall put itself forth
and the old ways shall return- fear naught
A segment of time itself when lost
shall find its way through by wrath
as the very chant of the watchers
shall reveal a different history
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
watchers shall reveal a different history... Beautiful presentation on magic poem. It seems wonderful really.