Ancient Ones
In the darkened valley
Whispering in the night
Those ancient sentinels
Shadows in pale light
Looking bent and twisted
Aged beyond their years
As I sit and listen
With the path so near
Sitting there listening
To the low communion
Carried by the breezes
And shadows of ebon
After a moment more
My thoughts begin to speak
Commune with the darkness
For the wisdom I seek
7/22/06