Will

Power. It's what we humans seek. Yet, it always leads the ignorant and wicked into the darkest of tongues, the darkest of rituals, and offers the soul up to the shadows of savagery. Be humbled by it.

All the great power ever conceived, 

all of the old diluted fates. 

That which has been given and received, 

Beyond the lost and mythic gates. 

Gates from this plane to the next, 

Restless currents leading those afar. 

Like baneful rivers, ever hexed, 

Poisoning souls beyond the stars. 

Stars that whisper ebony tales, 

Of arcane mysteries humanely sought. 

Of mundane obsession hung by nail, 

Grabbing souls down canyons to rot. 

Rot like the expired living apes, 

Who seem to infest the planet Earth. 

Unknowing all of their action rapes, 

The purpose of this cosmic birth. 

Birth now flattened as merely science, 

Holding no fame to spirit without. 

Magical forces bequeath the alliance, 

Of needy mortals hindered with doubt. 

Doubt that ravished the sense of mind, 

Now needing a powerful force to fill. 

Ensuring the sheep will never find, 

The reason of life, the secrets of will.