Upon the first page of this tomb
A prayer to gods of old
Consecration to gods of thought
In ink, and letters bold
A work of art scrawled on the page
In lines and dots and arcs
The script a mess of letters that
Are more than simply marks
Those words convey a call of faith
A cry to powers high
An inner peace and harmony
With all that lives to die
For I collect my knowledge here
Within the book of mine
My book of shadows, holy, true,
A record of the divine.
