My circle, my Heroes, I ask for your blessing, I'm wearing my feathers, of an ancient Tradition.
I ask for Pardon , I saw the Hollow empty, I was rising into Tides with their spears, they'd thrown Plenty.
When I circled, my glance, I saw they had been waiting.  
I swirled to take in a little more, I burned freely in my rage-fed fantasy, just a couple verse...just what is needed I will Pour.
Sacred Churns, opened- Case, where there they've been , hidden Safe. Eternal Orbs of Light-use-Temple.
As when like Ancient Nights, in Tribal Ritual.
Shining as just is Clear as the Sky, Wings spread so as to Fly,
May coast above Surveyors, Safely
So Shall pass in Rays of Truth,
Cast Eye...