I dedicate this poem, to the old man that helped me survive my youth.

You have done me a great service Old-man, I owe you much. My hope, is
that you are proud of the man I became.

Rest, in peace.

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|-*For ye to seek.*-|
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Cold logic, Hard reason.
These things saved my life.
Emotion out of season,
aided in my strife.

A path I chose,
many doors had to close.
Yet wisdom led me there.
A place cold, hard and bare.

Nothing could be felt.
The cards were dealt.
With an Ace in hand,
I made my stand.

All cards down,
the Tarot sound,
made it clear;
There are things more dear.

For Life, Love and Living,
The wheel ever turning.
Eventually shows:
How foolish and wise,
the divine prize
and mortal demise.

Doomed are some,
to eternally strife
for an eternal life.
That could never come.

Yet now I see
A path to be.
A glory, beyond that of divinity.

For the mind is a wonderful thing.
Able to sing,
in chorus,
with an eternal existence.

O Ye! Of creation,
join me in this song.
For which all minds long,
in anticipation.

Grasp the opportunity,
to see with utter clarity,
all that was, is and could be.

Why deny thyself this?
T's utter bliss,
To be at par with Sarapis.

Thy body bounds thee,
Set thyself free,
for the body is not ye.

Have ye a soul?
Nay! I say:
"I BE A SOUL!"

Eternal,
forever!
Bound,
Together!

No matter, cause
No matter, effect
Knowledge and wisdom
hath me, on this path set.

This journey hath started,
this journey shall end.

When all come to pass,
and nothing remain,
the lessons of this class;
All truth will contain.

I take the trail less travelled.
Follow quick,
my tracks will soon be dazzled.
Lost, yet there for ye to seek.

Druid Athelas

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lupar, in the year 338 AF.