From Ancient times and glowing eyes, a power to blight the sun. As a bell it cries, to ringing minds, a shell to make men run. From ocean's deep and volcanoes leap, a thing steeped in time. From Labyrinths ridden, to vault's deep hidden, it returns to man's malign. From miracle lands and healing hands, to seeds forever sewn. From undead bands, to hell's demands, we call it by name, Godstone.
(This is a poem written by Toby Ten, a banned African American poet who died in 1848.)
