What thaumaturge or shaman,
Wove the spell that bound our souls?
What ancient words were spoken,
In some forgotten, secret, sacred place?
For only magic of the oldest kind,
Could traverse time and the Universe,
Bringing our kindred spirits, so far apart,
Cetainly together as if fated by the gods.
I'll never understand the arcane rites,
Or rituals of the past forgotten sorcerer,
Who decreed that we should meet,
And bond for all eternity as one.
At night, I seek, unanswered, revelation
In the features of the silver silent moon,
Yet, the final truth for me remains...
It doesn't really matter how or who.
You are here, and that is all,
The gods have given you to me and,
I need to know, not in the least...
What ancient words were spoken.
Donovan Baldwin
