Book of days

Poem inspired by reincarnation, by the old races which once lived on the earth. Maybe somebody recognizes some of them. :)

In the days before I was free,

Spent my days under holy tree,

I was young, brave, naive,

My life was only mine to live.

My place was not on earth, 

And this which I write's not farse

I lived my days with hope and mirth,

Spending all my days on Mars.

Disaster happened, which made many cry,

I had to leave and had to die,

Tho I knew that it'll not be end,

That I will rise, again defend.

I woke up in place, now only in dreams,

place surounded by the many seas,

I chose to be the Guardian of Trees,

One who knows and one who sees.

But once again catastrophe stroke,

Which once was might now went broke,

And I had to sail again to light of new day,

I had to find another way.

Written life in book of days,

Light of hope which guided ways.

And I woke up again in new earth,

Where I tried to find forgotten mirth,

But it was not there too be found,

Cause men have tainted, wicked mind.

And where the mighty Celts one stood,

Now only rats and wild hogs brood,

Cause from the bowels rose new creed,

Of old enemies rose new breed. 

And I had to wake again,

In world so dark and world so plain,

I'm here today, still finding out why,

I rise to fail, again to try.

Cause enemy had never slept,

Through past many people wept,

And I'll fight, I'll die again,

I know this time won't be in vain.

This life's written in book of days,

Light of hope now guides my ways.