I speak for the old gods,
long dead on these shores.
Across sands of dreams and time,
I have walked among them.
They have told me of wars, they have whispered of glory,
they have left me to wonder what comes beyond.
The horizon promises distant lands,
of immortal winds
and their wisdom freely given.

I speak for the lost deities,
whom have sat on thrones of water and rain.
Across rivers of tears and bliss,
I have walked among them.
They have told me of changes immemorial,
that in depths have never seen light.
Deep water runs lifeless, unloving and undead,
and their feelings overflow.

(originally written in 12/12/2020)