HUMAN ENTRY

They have called,
from the grounds
and through the walls,
voices riding the wind,
calling me home,

in their purest tone,
drops of first blood,
bone and mud,
clues etched in stone,

filling the empty,
my human entry,
ancestral to the core,

rooted in stars,
of suffering and scars,
the warrior in me...
warriors, are we,

binded by kin,
from when we begin
.. in ancient ways,
remnants of a Golden day.

secrets in streams of carbon.