Treachors

 

Treachors

 

Monsters unknown claimed howling,

Answers couched in riddles read,

Misinterpretations fouling,

Do you know what was actually said?

 

Crypt-found texts kept away safely,

From the unlearned mass.

Hints and quiet threat slipped bravely,

A purposed informational morass.

 

And the warnings of the ancients

Are hidden beneath the lies.

So, we look for surcease and succor

From the silent skies.

 

Convolutions and contradictions abound,

The longer you study, the deeper you go.

A wealth of information meant to confound:

The longer you study, the less you know.

 

What dangers lie behind the veils of doubt?

What troubles might we evade?

Forget the Grand Mysteries that some may tout,

Must we be always in the untaught shade?

 

And the warnings of the ancients

Are hidden beneath the lies.

So, we look for surcease and succor

From the silent skies.

 

Fears of the misunderstood,

Carefully entwined with intent to rule,

Harboring ill will disguised as greater good,

Mysticism both restraint and fuel.

 

Once there were given records to guide,

Now bent and twisted and nothing but frauds,

Full of threats and punishments implied,

And cautions against the return of the Gods.

 

And the warnings of the ancients

Are hidden beneath the lies.

So, we look for surcease and succor

From the silent skies.

 

Cliff Lake 11/3/2023

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