Away from the eyes
Of those who seek to harm
Are the mysteries of old
Unlocked
The Golden Age
We awaken the elements
We stir the cauldron
Change
The chosen ones are gathering
And although they number few
The Old Ones have taken notice
And this we gain anew
Their mysteries kept well hidden
Are unveiled for those
Of us who wish to see
With eyes unclouded by hate
We await our fate
Silently serving
Ever preserving the way
For future generations
'New Age' by Uraniae
12/30/03 3:45a.m.
Uraniae's poetry and prose can be found on her site Deviant Art