Secrets of Old – Poem

In a cave lay hidden

The secrets of old

Our life drawn from its roots

And our being grown from its trunks

We are the mystics of nature

Descendants of a singular emotion

Stored deep within the mold

But unity has embraced us

We no longer need to follow its creed

yet our hatred will never vain

As we grow into the hold


Art by ChrisCold

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