Two by two their dark gaze reflects the moon
With a flicker of amber haze their sight transfixed
Patrons of the night, guides to underworlds they flew
Twix nightly shades and the sun’s last fading gleam
Oracles given, visions invoked Elysian dreams
Messengers bequeathed unto Pallas
Wisdom cast throughout the ages
From their austere attitude and stillness
We learn to despise, tumultuous unrest and movement
In the very witching hour they assume their power
To usurp the thrones of trees
They pass through Emania and Firmament, to attain knowledge
To bestow upon their Seers
Lone are the hearts within breast
For their quests for enlightenment alone must be
Yet journeys made shall create the realities that in slumber we jest
Guardians of twilight, omens of the Sage
Ghosts of midnight, in translucent light fade
Perched under overhanging Firs
They sit in a solemn state of awareness
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