Esaz666

Long ago, not far away,
wise men used to prey,
by oak tree and moon filled glen,
things were much different then.

But nothing changes under the sun,
nothing but everyone.

Many lives have passed me by,
I wish i knew the reason why,
but time, my only friend has
come and gone again.

Long ago, not far away
wise men, used to prey
to gods of olde, that they once knew
dont you see,it was me and you.

By oak tree and fields of green,
Memories of what has been,
passing through a light filled mind,
all praise to the all, he gave us.