Council of Owlkin

Through a labyrinth of bookcases and shelves covered in the aging of time.

Wandering through halls and alleys filled with wisdom's endless chime.

A nesting place for the Council of Owlkin.

Keepers of knowledge and distributors of ancient information.

Always keeping an ever watchful eye on this seed of the deities wisdoms.

Cloaked in their mantles of stars of creation.

Owlkins of the wise and secrets of their designs,

This Council has been, since they're at the beginnings and endings of Time.

Heralds of the Akashic,

vessels of teachings of the Hermetics,

and lessons of the Tothics.

Their maze of creation is nothing to scoff at,

since life's secrets and lost knowledge is the council's fast track.

These ever vigilant Owlkin, are the watchers of Ancient Wisdoms.

Keeping records of these lore's and heroes legends.

Be warned as the Council of Owlkin, protect such power of information, to the very end.

With a feverous vigilance, for they are the source of Ancient Idioms.

Masters of the Ages,

Curators of the Sages,

each one the face of their sections,

Making a complete guardian of such spaces.

Council of the Owlkin, is something to be feared and revered,

Forevermore...

Heralds of the Akashic,

vessels of teachings of the Hermetics,

and lessons of the Tothics.

Their maze of creation is nothing to scoff at,

These ever vigilant Owlkin,

are the watchers of Ancient Wisdoms.

So It Is Written

Finding new ways of communication,

making our days filled with recommendations.

Hoping we get a say, sharing this destination.

In common language, words have a place for this.

Through recorded pen and paper, describing lines and sequence of events.

So It Is Written, into the depths of our thoughts.

Expressing their virtues, in an orderly fashion,

making this form of written word, as recorded truths.

Seeing it written in the stars, and therefore, so it shall be done.

A dying art, that holds a moment into the endless seas.

Making sense of these letters and anomalies,

in a flowing form down to its memories.

Write more, and perform edit-ries as you need.

In order to make sense of them.

They say it's written in the stars, leaving a lasting legacy.

So It Is Written, so it shall be done.

Bring back times of study and revelry at the sight of codes and cyphering.

Days spent at the library, where all who came were part of the chosen literacy.

A simple hobby, that has so much complexity.

From describing homes and families, to classic songs and famous works of literary.

Something everyone should have the aptitude for, this alphabet of endless shores.

Telling campfire stories, making real memories, that's something to write home for.

So It Is Written, So it shall be done.

Place of Hidden Dreams

So many hidden facts and stories,

Making up its own truths,

inside the mind's foray.

Only visited in the dead of night,

This place of hidden drams,

Begins to take flight.

Many sights are in tune,

With worlds of imagination,

Found inside of you.

Traversing planes of understanding,

Making the wild things,

come into full view.

Beyond energies of impulse,

This place of hidden dreams,

Have taken a liking to you.

In times of old and new,

Have been melded together,

Mastering a different view.

Where the impossible comes into existence,

Opening up the mind's eye;

To the real precedence.

Sharing our opinions to make sense of these,

Inside the places of hidden dreams.

It has always seemed that even,

What our fancy ideas can be,

Something that we never thought, possibly.

So it will be whatever you want to,

given a vision of what actually is possible.

Continuing this unreal adventure,

Looking for the queues of a waking dream.

Remembering how to be what a person always seeked, verily.

Taking control of this place of hidden dreams,

In order to tame our true potentialities.

Never forget this storyline,

As secret messages are,

Hidden inside of them, all the time.

The Eternal of Earth

The very essence that collects stardust,

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Existing since the dawn of the Starburst.

Falling endlessly through the eternal dark,

This seed of the Eternal of Earth, Sparks.

As friction and gravity press and flex this

Being of Terra firma, into an entity.

This avatar of Destiny,

giving shelter to all life, equally.

A great spirit of the land,

Living its purpose, eternally.

A true living firth, this Eternal of Earth.

Existing so very firmly,

all who seek life find a home, interestingly.

Where all that was and will be,

Call this Eternal of Earth,

the living territory, to see.

This personality of Rock and Earth,

Holds true to its origins of birth.

Making valleys and mountains grow,

animals and forests creating their hearth, to sow.

As humans and other bipedal races,

Build temples and shrines to this god of many faces.

Praising this entity of the eternal of earth,

Ensuring its worshippers and followers a rebirth.

Standing inside the cores of the earth's elements,

Watching the souls that have shown their firmament.

Eternal of Water

Never caring for what's the matter,

Flowing through time, it's the Eternal of Water.

Always changing as space continues on, never to alter.

Carrying on its oceans to the many shores and harbors.

Seeding all who touches it, with life giving energy,

Trying to make sense of all of these.

Finding its way into the sky, Only to shatter once again.

from the everlasting light of the suns beaming rays.

As it falls so gently, collecting its energy.

The Eternal of Water helps life exist, eternally.

Reaching outwards, freezing in the depths of the dark.

Descending for another time, in order to create a Life's Ark.

Condensing and pressing upon the surface,

This avatar from the stars,

has become a force to reckon with.

The Eternal of Water, is within us all,

Giving our blood a fire that calls.

Quenching all these embers,

as it flows beyond its tenders.

Even the great Gilgamesh feared this power of nature,

The true Eternal of Water's own nectar.

Remember this great flood of destruction,

For even water has its own reason.

Eternal of Fire

Existing since there was the first light,

Building its strength, ever higher, burning bright.

Fueling this ever calling desire,

Waiting for the right time to fire.

Giving life to all of the lights and stars,

Mixing and matching its elements to become a mire.

Binding a will that is slow to tire,

Waiting for the chosen sire,

Igniting their passion as a vessel,

Of the being known as The Eternal of Fire.

As the true source of all our passion and valor,

We see it out, this ever longing desire.

Mastering what it is meant to be as a real family.

Instilling what it is meant to feel the rage,

This eternal spark fuels the energy.

Reaching out into another's heart,

To give our lives the meanings that are felt.

We come back to this ever burning fire's start.

Remember those words that we take to heart?

The Eternal of Fire's fury has its bark.

Feel that thirst for a connection?

That is where to find an ever lasting direction.

Waiting for the right time to strike,

The Eternal of Fire comes down like a mighty smite.

Never given up, having true memories take harbor,

We feel the depth of the Eternal's tired confidentials.

Always filling our cups with desire,

It is the Eternal of Fire.

Eternal of Air

Ever since the dawn of creation's breath,

Instilling the universe with a life's breadth.

Were oxygen and carbon mingle,

This Eternal of Air's place to be single.

Mixing and matching the elements,

Igniting and crushing in between filaments.

The mysteries that it shares,

As this form of Air,

Scribe of the God's tares.

Hidden within all that exists,

This mystic known as

the Eternal of Air.

Filling our souls with compassion and care,

We turn again to the Eternal of Air,

Teaching lessons of delicate and fair lairs.

Keeping records of these ancient passages,

Of the lore of Creation's Architect's.

This practice only found inside,

the temples of these eternals.

Flowing like a spring breeze so warm,

and comforting our quarries.

We continue on learning,

the Eternal of Air's stories.

So short of breath,

we are overwhelmed by

these shadows of death.

Returning to the immortal shores

of the Eternal of Air's core.

To come back once more,

As the child of the Eternal Mare.

We find love at the foot of

the Eternal of Air.

One can never compare to

The purity of this light of

The Eternal of Air.

For it has existed as the catalyst,

Of all of Creation's care.

This life giving energy,

Emanating from the

Great Eternal of Air.

Gateway to Eden

Entering into the courtyard of creation's design,

Seeking an entrance to those gardens

of gethsemane, the first Eden's shrine.

A waking dream, where many

passageways lead to unending gateways.

This place is more than fist thought.

Looking for the right doorway

to the Gateway of Eden's path.

The entrance to paradise has always been elusive,

Yet our passions and motivations distract us,

Making our sins become intrusive.

Finding our souls once more,

Searching for compassion,

As the pursuit of happiness arrives

In forces, impacting our actions.

Diverging from the past dreams,

Returning to Purgatory's themes.

The true waking dream's paths,

Leading us through spirits.

A place in the courtyard of Gateways,

To the call of Eden's lyrics.

Seeking out that passageway ending,

At the Gateway of Eden.

Hoping our life's worth has

satisfied the God's pardon.

In making of this dream,

the gardens of gethsemane,

is the true veil it seems.

Sensing the fruits of our labors,

The Gateway of Eden seeks good gestures.

So we can be blessed with

the sight of the Tree of Life,

and be weary of the seeds of

the Knowledge of Good and Evil's strife.

For our soul's true immortality,

Will return to our memories of Life.

Completing the journey's end,

at the Gateway of Eden's fen.

Finding that passageway's ending,

At the Gateway to Eden.

Alchemy & Cryptids

Philosophers of old and wise tales,

Tapped into Nature's source

of Knowledge wells.

Theologians have speculated

over these mysteries,

Ever since the existence of

the world of Cryptids and Alchemies.

Astronomers have known

the basis of these energies,

Discovering elements hidden

inside of their synergies.

With its own theories and hypotheses,

They all became part of

the Alchemy and its Cryptids.

Putting this exercise of the mind

to the test, secrets of lore's hidden

Within legends of relics of Power,

Had been put to rest.

This is where we find those Mystics,

Sages and Mages of our respects.

Practicing the citations and chants

of great importance, these new found

Alchemists discovered what its meant

to be a Keeper of these antics.

As time and temperature pass,

Making these ingredients

form and mix into a begast.

These creatures and Cryptids have

shown the consequence of their acts.

Laws of Nature cannot be denied,

As this is what its meant by the

philosophy of equivalent exchange.

Alchemy will not be mystified by

Ignorance of their crimes.

Where balance in wisdom and knowledge,

Lead to the real understandings.

Inside this place of Nature's design,

Through Alchemy's temperature and time.

Be weary of the wrath and sins of the forefathers,

As your soul is on the line and what makes this Cryptid.

Mother's Care

A living bundle full of energy,

The giver of life and all its venturing.

The most respected roles,

Coveted by all femme fatales.

None would speak ill of this

Mother of Care,

For those who once

felt a love Shared.

This sonnet is for those who

Never seen a Mother's Care.

She gives meaning in what it's meant to learn,

From spirituality to individuality.

Giving life that meaning to yearn for more.

Wanting to do good,

and be respected for the effort.

Only wishing to share in

What it's meant to be cared for.

The time of wonder and play,

Has all been due to

A Mother's careful say.

Keeping the innocence alive,

Giving their children another try.

Once could say that

she's the living embodiment,

Of what it's meant to have

Angels walk among us, on Earth.

Giving our lives meaning and self worth,

The blessing of a Mother's Care

Is not far from its berth.

Remembering these teachings,

As shown through a Mother's care.

We come home to become our

Mother's withering caretakers.

Keeping her legacy alive,

Is all she'd ever want from her hive.

Hoping that her patterns will one day,

Come back alive,

Waiting for the return of

what a mother would say.

It's the birth of a new life of a Mother Cared.

When Stars Align

As we move through places and sights,

Looking for the keys to find the Might.

Showing its signs through the passing of time.

Hoping to be blessed from the divine,

As the time when the Stars Align.

The pitch blackness of night,

Gave lumination to those planets in a line.

The gravitation affecting us all,

Through the emptiness of the unforeseen goals.

Counting the moments as they arise,

Making them matter and formulate a prize.

A phenomenon only appearing

once every century,

When Stars Align for all of us to see,

Our bodies feel happy and

ready for the next year's melody.

Through unforeseen Dark forces of energy,

This action viewed through gravitational synergies.

A creation of the universe that

bring us to a higher level,

When our Stars Align, forevermore.

Bringing the horizon of our true destinies.

A synchronizing harmony that's

existing beyond tangible matters,

Brightening the future of those Latter years.

Those days we sought a new beginning for,

Filling up our lives with a yearning of more.

Only a once in a lifetime event,

This is what we have meant,

When the Stars Align...

once Again.