It was the sixth hour

Rain did pour—

As my mind scoured

Through old folk—lore

 

The clock’s hand began to rotate

As my eyes fixed to gaze

Synchronized with the hand of fate

I swear— its only existence was that to amaze

 

I glanced down to read some more

As time— began to reveal

The same that was; had been written before

And now was here in life that’s real—

 

Spirit of ancient kings—

Engraved and left behind?

Within these pages and these codings

Spirits lifted, guides assigned—