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Versurile Paramaecium - Song Of The Ancient
Versuri Song Of The Ancient
[Music by J. De Ron and A. Tompkins]
The song I perceive as I wander through the woods
through the
dim light of dawn, lilts as it?s carried on soft
shifting winds
through the stillness of this early morn.
Upon the hill, east of the woods, the old man
stood rapt in
thought; gazing, contemplative and lost in
himself. His old hands,
fingers long and thin, but rugged, grasped the
wooden staff. It
was familiar in his hand; crooked yet strong. How
many times?
How often had he before this stood on this very
place, lost within
himself; rapt in reflection? A light breeze
swelled about him
ruffling his hair and wisps of beard, grey with
age and wisdom of
years. He had seen much, experienced much and
known friends
in the Hidden Lands. But that was before; before
the Fall.
Glancing downward, a sea of activity, the forest
teeming with life
and lives. But lives are merely a doorway
wherethrough can be
expressed the nature of the Ancient; the one who
abides within
the Hidden Lands. The old man thinks 'I am become
not what
was intended but through intent am become.' And
so, in servitude
to human heart, he made forfeit that which was
his; the intangible
for the tangible, the imperishable for the
mortal.
By now I am intoxicated by the surreality of the
tale, viewing
myself in the old man, and at last it dawns and I
realise the very
nature of mankind, and of myself, and I lay down
to cry.
In his youth, the Old man wielded the Garensword,
but not now.
And yet, the legend holds that one day, Man shall
wield the
two-edged blade once more to the conquest of
nations and
strongholds and powers beyond this realm.
I raise my eyes as the song comes to an end and a
stranger
approaches as though she's a friend. Extending
her hand I accept
it and rise. Standing, she looks into my eyes.
De-nyl, we have a
long way to go. There is so much, too much, that
I have to show
you.
If the truth is what you seek, it is only with
the Ancient whose
face is never seen. He remains within the Hidden
Lands and may
only be reached with the Garensword in hand. Let
us depart from
this place.
I was relieved to learn that I would not be alone
in my quest. For
that day, Destiny became my guide. I released my
falcon, the bird
soaring high and free above the forest canopy.
And yet there
remained within my heart the lingering memory of
that tragic Fall;
the wretched nature of mankind and of myself. Am
I who I think I
am? Am I even alive?
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