Diffidence

None pass the gate to the library of souls

Without a key, bound by a reference

But one saga warps the index

The despair of genesis

Recorded between void and light

Lay a dream of primordial might

Where crossing a current of disbelief

Resolved faith in raised-relief

Furrows of ink impel calligraphy from chaos

Moulding every blot as brief and strange

Whose heavy hearts remember fallen names

And weigh the shadows of kith lost

Cataclysm is hallowed upon yellowed pages

We rebuild, astride ruins and elder prophets

To ask what will offer solace across ages

Parsing the riddles on our doorstep

All arrive at Akasha to study fate

Few reside long enough to master joy

Eyes drift over green covers and gold plates

Missing the clay seals of ancient choice

In this bastion of perseverance and trials

Luminous tomes will not argue nor swindle

Thus accept your query and decide

If in yourself you can confide