The Seeker
Knowledge stored in dusty tomes
Kept by guardians of the night;
In the dark the Seeker roams
Drawn to the eternal light.
Slicing lies of false pretence,
Knowing on the battle field
That truth is his greatest defence
And knowledge his sharp sword to wield.
Cutting down dark ignorance
With the power of knowledge’s light,
Pursuing peace in existence
But never running from a fight,
The Seeker finds what he does need,
Secrets whispered in the night—
Knowledge others would not heed,
He shouts aloud, calls forth the light!