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There is still such a place

where the knowledge is pure

awareness without words

internal burning can't be heard

The fire sits cold

a blue flame untouched

beyond the reach of any such

anxious beings and high atop and over the unnamed ridge awaits...

A sigil from a time that's long lost

when visions dictated actions

when flames led to smoke

and smoke into ash

when giants of great power and destruction forever connected to an ethos of conquest

never matched and never rivaled

forever beyond the reach of the weak

high above the lands of the bleak

never lonely and all knowing

forever locked in time and shrouded until now

Beyond any history told

left out in the cold

too blind to recieve

too deaf to hear

too bloodthirsty to understand

The sigil lives on safely beyond the reach...