Just Ask the Ancients

Just ask the Ancients of what they hope

Of what they see

Those of old leading us into the night

Watching as our day goes by

They judge our actions by our motivations

They try to teach us their lessons

They are around us now

Some ghost like figures

Some gods from a distant plane

Some are ageless

Other change as the seasons round

They tell us stories in the wind

They sing to us from unearthly homes

As they are what we become

They are reprised by the lack of faith, the lack of belief from most living beings

The Ancients call for is, but in silent ignorance

Many do not come