Mysterious Men In Black

Mysterious Men In Black

Shrouded in an aura, these Mysterious men in black

Uttering strange things to hear with West upon their back

In cloud of contemplation, they stand in great awe

Beauty and triumph together; those things which they saw

Haunting sounding music rings, yet fresh like morning birds

A mystical language of wonder; Understanding without words.

Better yet, beyond them, transmissions of great intense

And smoke like dew lay everywhere, the silence of sweet incense

Incorporeal movements all about doing eternal task

Enchanting the midst serenely, and in the mist they bask

Chanting things with seamless sense, in patterns neatly flowing

Flecks of gold sewn into spaces of the coming and the going

Upon their brows sit hat and veil, as if to say in secret dwell

Their lips know naught but golden things, their hearts repeat to know them well

Undertones, like heart beats, drone, they carry heavy weight

And so unburden every man, who stands at this great gate

Enter ye into the door, behold the sights to see

Tarry not, for quickly comes the light of mystery!

Dimly lit, this reverent place, burning with candle light

Intimate and radiant, this graceful humble night

The ropes they carry, knot by knot, handled with great ease

Bowing gently row by row, down on bended knees

Like a body, each part with a function of its own

And joined together in synergy, no part is left alone

Holy men of mystery, with beards like Aaron's, long

Blended voices, back and forth sing a perplexing song

Curious, the steps and moves, the long black robes they wear

Inexplicable, the ambience, that hangs within the air

Something makes this mystery feel like I am near home

Though, what it is, I do not know, my heart must still and cease to roam

Alluring, tugging inner strings, inside plays note on note

The story goes in endless stride, by Word's hand, the tale wrote