My dearest
Are we like the mythical Adam and Eve
Lost and walking upon grey shores
Of an abandoned planet that constantly grieves
Hidden in the deepest of spaces in-between
Our deep neverending love holding us knee-deep
As if buried alive if we could be seen
In a sacred place beyond the grace of living beings
Where we'll witness the birth of a nebula
Stars and rediscovered Old Gods
A new Atlantis filled with wild pagan beasts and jealous old men
We will stride beyond the reach of the Masters of the Masonic Temples
As they line up in black cloaks chanting amen
Whilst erecting their secretive light barriers
As we part the soft pages in our own Books of Pleasure
To be perused and used at our inquisition and leisure
We will watch the fall of the empires of man
With the rise of the Hidden Hand
The Brotherhood of the Cosmic Red Serpent
We will lie upon the yellow sands of time
As the new version of the Great Crucifixion begins
To see and smell the visceral sights
Palaces may burn and be aflame before us
A new vision of an old-world consumed with corruption and sin
For as we watch we will know
We are riders of The Great Red Dragon
Once foretold
For we are the mythical Watchers
Who never grow old
We who collect the Universe's hidden stories
In time to be simply retold
We just reborn as poets or writers today
No longer citizens of any known countries
Just sent again to take part
In the greatest of all unforeseen plays
From The Great In-Between
To nourish inquisitive minds
Which are perpetually hungry
For enchanting new stories
To help carry them through the long nights
As they search for internal peace and redemption
In the hope to ascend and earn eternal glory
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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