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
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