They are the guardians of time,
pledged as watchmen
to the sons of man.
They are the fathers of our souls
and mothers to our minds.

They are ancient,
born in endless darkness,
illuminated by a single spark
shining from the source of time,
glowing past the currents
of embryonic stars,
waiting for their place
within the firmament
of our eternity.

They watch our souls shine forward
through the ominous forever,
lighting the universe,
so we can see the truth
within the darkness,
and hear the music
of the empyrean domain,
the symphony of existence,
echoing off the vaults of heaven.