All of Magic

Seventy seven stones stand tall In their center is something beyond essence of a normal soul A lake with water crystal clean and pure as summer breeze, murmuring like leaves in fall Bluer then Italian sky but suddenly in its center appears pupil black as coal The whole lake transfigures into one giant eye That looks up at the sky In the center of those stones it will lie It is the ultimate glory that no can imagine neither you or I The lightning of divine transverses the heaven After the thunder vast emptiness around is silent like just before Armageddon Stones of which there is seventy seven Stand as one protecting the Eden Not only has he eternal youth But also by soul of abyss he knows absolute truth Near the stones druids live in a booth Protecting them is symbol of the Eye and magical tooth The elemental justice and Summum bonum Like a meadow in spring will blossom Most primordial as well as advanced spirit sublime and awesome Beyond what mind spirit soul or God can fathom