Sarephim's World Of Magick

Golden Eagles

When Eagles Soar On Wings Of Gold,
Singing Of Tales The Ancients Told,
They Sing Of Atlantis And Many A Mystery,
As Their Soul's Fly Down Through History.

They Tell A Tale Of Dragons And Kings,
They Know Why The Angel Sings,
As They Join In With The Divine Chorus,
Harmonising With The Eye Of Horus.

Echoing Of All Eagle Eyes Have Seen,
Nothing Has Escaped Eyes So Keen,
When Ancient Kings Were Crowned,
There Was Always A Golden Eagle Around.

When They Nailed The Divine To The Cross,
Shrill Eagle Voices Keened The Loss,
As The Stone Rolled Back From The Tomb,
A Mystery Was Planted In Natures Womb.

The Answer Echoes Across The Stars,
From The Smiling Sphinx On Mars,
As Time Flows Backwards To The Source,
Then It Flows Forwards Again, Of Course.

For Just A Moment Time Stood Still,
Obeying The Ultimate Act Of Will,
The Universe Spun On Its Axis
As It Danced With Thoth and Abraxis

In Tombs That Are Not Tombs In Pyramids Of Old,
Answers Are Hidden In Camelot's Spires Of Gold,
The Mayan's Too, The Hidden Solution Keep,
As In The Dream Chambers The Dreamers Sleep.

In Tales Of All For One And One For All,
You Can Hear The Eagles Secret Call,
On One Eternally Flowing Thread Of Angel Hair,
The Eagles Flew For The Divine Child So Fair.

In The Mysteries of The Golden Dawn,
Myths Of Dragon Kings Are Reborn,
In Temples We Dance To The Angels Song,
In Silence We Right, That Which Was Wrong.

Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw