I have faith in history
more than the supposed Mystery
and follow the writ of ages past
and stand firmly aside the mast
for nations and people crumble and go
the rumbles of time passing, to and fro
I sail with the arsenal of themes
pages all bursting, wearing at seams
and their ink is the shield
and their wisdom the weapon to wield.
And while unchallenged, I yet pass
following the wind and the firm compass
I know the vortex will one day open for lore
and the Maelstrom will open Davy Jones locker door
and down shall perish the knowledge of Man
forever lost to the depths of water and sand.

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