Ode to the Musudael

From a very personal collection

 

What of them,

Those masters of the Wheel

Whose hands move the ether and earth alike

What be they, them whose gaze reaches the furthest star, the smallest man

With an outpouring of love

The fairest of them brings solace to the aching hearts

Where the cleverest of them

Serves as hierophant to creation

Then them the mighty, fierce, wild and free champions of the host in vengeance

The silent one like roots

Deep into the fabric connecting matter and insight

Along too the living formula, elixir of life, of grace of wisdom

Bring through the eyes of the holy vassal

Vision, sight and glory found.

Author's Note

This was placed here a safe storage method so it is not yet perfected please enjoy without emphasis on spelling, punctuation and grammar