Blood Of The Ancients

Once I was stranded in my pride

My vision blind by the scope of all things prescribed

Then by the words of a contemplative mind

My dreams took flight and the sage within me thrived

What once with certainty I had considered myth

Fiction gone amiss, the stuff of the abyss

I see as more than tales men whisper in the night

The truth will come to flight and proof will come with sight

To the ends of the earth

To a place where dreams make berth

I feel the blood of ancients swimming through my veins

A call to see what they have seen

A faith in dreams and visions in my soul ingrained

Could I believe what they believed?

Once the envy of my peers

My new conviction have resigned me to their jeers.

I must stand up to my fears

Lest I be consumed for years, the path to me is clear

By providence alone ride to the marches and beyond

Where few have gone I'll travel on

Until I find the legends that men have lost

Consigned to memory, cast aside as zeus or thoth

Onward I ride to the west and to the east

To seek the proof I need and my torment's surcease

Verities confound me as a stag eludes a hound

But I'll have my vindication and tell of what I've found