Probing the cosmos, I espied a view
first there was one, then there were two.

White Robes covered with medals and gold
fate of the people was bought and sold.

Then came the gushing of mighty winds
as White Robes greeted each other as friends.

The wind hastened my ears to hear.
Through slightest of cracks I strained to peer.

I peered White Robes ruffled and blown.
I peered their spirits formed of stone.

My soul gasp!
in horror and fear! as Words from White Robes

pierced my ear.

White Robes
pitting and plotting their plan
White Robes controlling

destiny of man.

Wind - challenging White Robes
to hold them in place
fear that White Robes

would expose their face.

I questioned my sight
and sound and soul
are these spirits?

the spirits of ole?

White Robes are purest
and cleansed by the Blood!

who?

these White Robes all covered in mud?

Thunder and flashes
came bolting at me
staggering and stumbling

eyes opened to see

To see yore, when White Robes
were stolen and worn
by those of a Kingdom

yearning to be born.

White Robes were pilfered
and taken from place
White Robes

were used to hide their face.

To cover a face
and stand purest of all
leading the people

to stumble and fall.

Beware! White Robes
which are locked in place
one must view