Metal Monday XXX - Weald Realms

9/12/2016

Arise first Eden
The role of essence
The halls of minds and dreams
Held within
The souls of time between
Locked therein

Sheds embrace
Hand upon
The vital polygon

Forming Earth
Strengthened stance
Enchanting deepest glance

Present scopes
Gleaming limbs
The hearts of seraphims

The wisdomed ones
From times undone

As they lock away the entrance
In present time we remain unbroken
A pause in time held between the weald realm
The ancient domain whist linked unknown
The fortified structures sound

Dawn of life, set aligned, intertwined
The strands proceed, endlessly
Like from a dream conceived

Abdona
Godess
Listening
Druantia
Highness
Shields thee

Sheds embrace
Hand upon
The vital polygon

Forming Earth
Strengthened stance
Enchanting deepest glance

Present scopes
Gleaming limbs
The hearts of seraphims

The wisdomed ones
From times undone

Now we move to fade through passage
The final sight as we stray eternal
The mystified circle’s ground

Roads through ageless shrines
Point to the veiled lines

Dawn of life, set aligned, intertwined
The strands proceed, endlessly
Like from a dream conceived

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)