Once more we walk in the footsteps of the Ancients,
searching in the dark, 
for brooding secrets,
abstracted by time, 
covered by the dust of ignorance,
like the lost temples of Ereshkigal,
or the cairns of forgotten kings.

We search for elusive answers, 
intangible,
remnants of yesterday, 
hidden deep within the firmament of the dark mother.

Oh soothsayer, 
acolyte of Sumer's obsidian monolith,
weaving fates unseen,
tell me of prophecy from the star patterns,
tell me tales of your goddess and of the eternal spinning wheel,
and of those ancient, lingering mysteries soon to be revealed.

Open my eyes and let me see the truth for the first time,
for remaining blind is too terrible a cost.