Of Zodiacs and their secrets what do we make of them?
Are they feeble new age mantras to sustain the layman’s hope, whilst subduing his ego?
Would the truth be as simple as a flagon of sour ale at the behest of a commoner?
Do the stars hold meaning to the mind,of memories so old they disappear into the wind never to be beheld in the light?
The stars, beautiful to gaze at yet indefinitely removed from touch have always been the Lord’s and the Lady’s to document evolution.
Oh dear soul of my fathers, are we so cut off from the past we shamelessly suppose to be wiser than your lot?
Still here and there the seeds of sages silently move through the modern carnage of existence.
Forgive our feeble souls and see to it in your wise conclave, that we are not forgotten in a world gone mad
O ye old gods hear me