Journey of the Magi

From a storm-tossed maelstrom of madness The Magi come, riding the waves, Cresting the surf, trailing the wake of a thousand worlds in tow. For an isle they head, a place shivering in mist, And skirting the coast to a needle point they land among us. On this sceptered jewel they dally, gleaning their art.

How we burn whose souls collated in the dusk drawn days of youth Now stand judged and defiled. They have no right, these Magi, They live by the light of other moons, other stars. How dare they roam our minds at will Plucking future’s oneness from the grave, Banging present’s head against the walls of past’s abode? But we tolerate this blasphemy, this degradation of our lives For paradise is, they tell us so, though What wanton cruelty utopia must inflict, Chopping down the rafters of sense, Its savage legacy lost in the wind of reality’s sails We cannot tell, nor shall we know. Only this, that endeavour’s bowstring Wielded by those wizened men shoots arrows of fulfllment Through our hearts. That is their lesson, may we who stoke The fires of our own demise learn it well.

They fly among us, studying our souls, and harbouring their force as one Smite down what drives us forward. What right to disregard This planet’s only race that ever brought intelligence Upon the rest, to call us slow and dull and dim, Barbaric and aloof? We might have strained ourselves To answer summons from above, to hold, possess and touch The passions of yesteryear, but never in a thousand deaths Upon the rim of every sun would we give ourselves to darkness. We reason and we salvage hope from light, Loosely drawing shawls upon our backs, Spinning hard upon the wheel old threads to rag our souls. The Magi watch, they learn these human ways, and never in their past, In any other place, at any other time have they seen the like. We are the Ark of their quest, a treasure trove unearthed, We teach what we learn, growing, changing, loving, loathing, Pressing forward with all our might towards the end. We live in death, Magi, we live in death, that is what we bring, That realisation and that alone. Now go, find other worlds And teach what you have learned. Crest your surf, ride your waves, Take our land in tow. We are yours Magi, we are yours.

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