They Come Through

In the dead of one silent night ...
Witnessed by one ... summoned by one ....
The portal swung open wide with ancient words ... words of power
The vibration of the manifest lifting within the Sarcen stones
Higher ... higher ... to match the light waves of the incoming ...
A sound like thunder ... reverberations around the stones
Lightning flashes .... swirling mists concealing the approach of something magical
Preparing to come through on the frequency of the waiting mind
Ancient priest ... surviving blood line ....

A craft of light returning from a distant world ...
The priest ... doorkeeper, guardian .... custodian of the star gate
Awareness cast far into the night ...

To a distant world which once had a multitude of Sarcen rounds
Now cold and forgotten ....

From there the craft of light returns ....
Back from a former home world ...

And the priest knows the message will be the same ....
The world is still at war .... darkness still rules over light ....
The identity of the traces there still the mystery ...

The priest recognising the signatures from there ...

A hint of forgotten melodies ....
The craft of light his searcher .... his remote eyes ....
But, warily he closes the gate the instance it returns ... for others are aware now of he
The gaolers of the distant world ... and others .... the shadow fiends ... aware of his magic
Seeking him .... their demented minds pound the field of power around the stones ....
Someday ... when he is weakened ... they will come through ... they will feast on his soul
As they discover one more survivor from the destruction on that distant world ....
He is weary ... he is fearing now ....

His quest to reunite with lost brethren a seeming waste of time ...