A/N: This is an embarrassingly belated birthday present (because it was in April) for Pixy Dizzy, who is scared of praise and Shakespeare. Bwa ha ha. Hope you like it, honey.

The Eternal Record Keepers

A language never seen before in books,
an ink that glows like teardrops on its page.
Not words, but pictures, show us when we look.
A text recorded since an ancient age,
this code is writ in pinpricks in the dark,
a blackened background carved with ancient spears.
An eon gone since this scribe made his mark,
his message still shines legible and clear.
The sun burns time but stellae cancels sun.
Eternal, constant letters fill our sky.
The past and present seem to blend as one,
our hist'ry carved to last as time goes by.
Its timeless record makes the world's past ours.
We must but learn that language of the stars.