Skilful are the feet that run along the forest trail
Silent; swiftly; running like the wind
Through a landscape painted moonshine grey
Familiar territory; a wanderer returns
Ear to the air; searching for alien sounds
Something on the surface world has changed
A major crossroads; a mighty cataclysm;
It’s hard for the spectre to understand
To the lake; the shimmering centre of the woodland
The clearing empty; the clarity of thought so strong
The spectre a beacon; a vehicle of power
Fearlessly it stands; slender arms aloft
As the earth power builds and builds
The mantra of power telepathically chanted over and over
Until the energy becomes an audible force
Escaping; discharging high in the sky
Changing the world of grey to that of power blue
Lightning flashes; sheets of fizzing energy; earth power alive
The gateway flung open wide; the energy summoned
To dissipate in all corners of the surface world
Its telepathic message strong; compelling
"Unite; open your hearts and reject the hate"
"A new dawning has finally arrived; let your spirits lift"
"Compel the darkness to end and it shall"
Then the blue is gone and the grey returns
As under the scrutiny of the moon the forest again rests
The slender spectre returning form whence it comes
The ritual completed; the intention fulfilled
A cry from the heart for all human forms to hear
Aid from the elder race decimated by human hands in ancient times
A race forgiving; understanding; as old as the very earth
A race now called upon once more to help save mankind.
