Sacred South

Oh beautiful earth, dearest mother
Now I know who you are and cherish you like no other
But for as long as I can remember I had this crazy notion
As a wizard of old I was meant to sail the shoreless cosmic ocean

So I sought Atlantis, I crawled through crag and mire
To find all the hidden answers that this heart doth desire
No shores offered harbour though world’s wonders I have seen
The circle was closed at last with the Guild of the Thirteen

Their ranks have swelled since then, all grey wolfs of shorе and sea
Now, the fabled mastеrs of Mediterranean melancholy
So here I build my kingdom, my hearth and my haven
The time to rest has come at last for this tired old raven

From the darkest depth of the abyss that is my soul
I always sought the one thing that could make me whole
Usually life serves only insult to an ailing injury
Yet in the strangest of places I found a cure for this elder misery

The mind always pulled North, yet the heart paid no heed
To the legends that ran mouth-to-mouth
As alluring and compelling as they all might seem at times
This soul belongs to the South