Looking For Gold | This is for our eyes only

This is for our eyes only!

This is for our eyes only
Knowest our name thou not
Plant of Apollo; the heralds
Art is in mines crowns, in a fright
Stoopeth in dirty mud.
We giveth what holdeth, we taketh mocks
This is for our eyes only, keepest away the pomps.

This is for our eyes only
We are a few, we hide donned in coxcombs
Scavenger the lands to find us
Complexity! Vanity!
None of the meager beastly world sustains
Beholdeth not our countenance of butchers
That is our soul you see, devoid of mortal stains

The word is my deity and in words I thrust
Apollo had them woven off the Golden Fleece
Prophets of light slaughtered in dark crowns
They were to be bore in other times
They were to be summoned in other lands
Curse the sage who hideth all the hymns

Hearken! Children of the light…..
For seeking the real gold thou shalst charge
Our grail is long bereaved, where for abandon the horde?
In my last breath I bear to reveal

I scribed thee ere conceive
no way but this
To fade upon her kiss
Curse the fierce…curse the vulgar…curse the wretched ignorant muse

Our lady…… our fair seiren with your fiery curls
Tarnished my words
"Burn thy scribes and drown letters to despair,
not resonated to the peers of our age" she said
In the soul lied my grief upon her dreary hurls
I sob… I blear… I weep… my heart speared dead

Wōdanaz I call thee forth
Forger of the mighty blows
Bestow upon me the thunder
Awaken the wits of words
The inks seize to blurt and my tongues apt
Alack! Forsaken long
Goddess "Inspirare" smirks
My sinews in anguish…… weep

This is for our eyes only, the last bearers of the arc
The braves… keep hold of thy blazing torches
Witnesses to the decadence, we save beauty in our art
Fear not the shallow sneerers; fear not the muggles on papers
Resonation not our goal, illumination is our path
This is us; the defenders of the fallen words allure
All went to dirt, yet we stand untarnished, pure
We shant lean, nor weaken, nor retreat.
Upraise my sisters and brothers and loudly cheer
It is time…. Our time to shed away the fear

Thou shouldst knowest… them halfwits slowest
But takest heed my tot
Fops perish in guilds and glories
We die in rags, we fashion of hags… humanity know us not
Curse, Curse, CURSE my times.