Ancient guardian of the sacred essence

Ancient guardian of the sacred essence, You wander through the taciturn void of slumbering souls Where the shadow of truth gravely trickles into hieroglyphs, An affection imprinted, Upon the white colossi, cloaked in moss, who once Reflected in faith lofty secrets, The signatures of visionaries of yore Howl an ode to knowledge, Then beg, like an elixir, the heart of endless vigil To chant a resurrection, A living codex of verbs deeply carved into existence To break free from the frame of a retouched chrysalis With perilous oaths to tear the veil of stagnation, To rekindle the polar flame of evergreen truth In leaps unfolding from sidereal numbness Illumination pleads for a reborn symphony Truth with fresh breath – That antagonizes a caravan of unforeseen revelations That sows new causes for renewed deeds In the sanctuary of the heart that waits with open embrace.