Solon’s Charge

Tremble,

For the air is awake.

The straits of Gibraltar remember,

Their foreign mark made ready

To breathe the memories,

To stake the claims,

The forgotten promises

Of the heart.

The world that was

Will be again,

And stranger thoughts combine to dispel

The majesty of the people

Who know the secrets,

The order of the divine,

The channel where chaos

Becomes the Tide.

War precedes

Atlantean paradise.