Across the world doest he wander
From here to everywhere and on to yonder.
Forever searching for that perfect way
Which he knows he will find one perfect day.
At the feet of sages doest he learn
Compiling in memory that for which he doest yearn.
From symphony of grandeur to a sweet shadowsong
Forever search upon a path forever long.
Whether at the feet of a wise old sage
Or marveling at the feat of a great and mighty mage
Forever for knowledge doth he search knowing full well
That one day time will tell
Then shall he site 'neath the shading tree
And gather unto him all ages to be
Then he purpose shall be know
To those few whom were shown
All he's learned through travel wide
And thus in those few shall a new age abide.
For this man is all things and none
And he is the first, but yet just one,
But this one is the first of a generation new
And in hi teachings he shall give but a clue
pf the new age that will come
to abide under this yellow sun
for the creator is he called,
"of what," one should ask with senses lulled,
For he creates not animals nor plants
Nor toward magic does his creation slant
For the beginning of a new age doth he create
From all knowledge he gathers combined into one mate
And unto his chosen shall all this knowledge from the past
Be given so it may be preserved and protected unto the last.
And when this new age has finally formed
And the world has the past age mourned
Then shall his spirit be reborn in another
Another creator,
another brother.