Quest

The monks, they came, up steep stairs,
A pilgrimmage, to the holy place
Myths in the village, set forth a quest;
In scope of the Gods restless eyes,
An endeavor, a mortal test-
To meet spirit Earth, only pure in soul
Can feel it's presence,
Can learn their roll.

Five days, the shamans meet
Different villages band together,
Ambition united, the myth explored-
Set out for days, to a foreign shore
Rickety boats, smashing waves
Hungry are some, the rest crazed;
The task at hand, already proving
What worth is a mortal
When forever bruising.

Simple men, of ancient time
Magical curiousity, the quest to know,
Long voyage, comes to an end-
Boats hardly salvageable
Only few remain,
The obscure map directs;
Hurrying before sun sets.

Dusk falls soft, new land,
Oddly creatures, glowing eyes
Spooky sounds in the distance-
Temple just in sight,
Fatigued, the men press on
Hoping for magic, just before dawn;
Once inside, the men find light
Their mortals souls take esoteric flight.

Atlantis they see, a holy race
Divine culture, pure energy,
The people welcome the shamans-
They expected their presence
"Come forth travellers,
And to our leader we'll take you;
Only the pure at heart leave this land."

"Humorous words, mortal souls
Have you come to learn your rolls?
Normally, we waste not words-
For it's the mind, most easily heard,
Limited are your fallen souls
Forgiven sins will come with time;
I'll touch your thoughts, but only once
You will vanish if it becomes too much."

Great flash, holy might
All but one fade in the midst,
Reappearing in his native land;
The last shaman sees all that were lost
They remember nothing of the journey-
For their hearts were impure.

With green emerald eyes,
He knew his fate
His life had forever changed;
Only he was pure in soul,
So Christ he became,
A prophet, a teacher-
And throughout the world
He healed the sinners,
And showed them the gates of heaven.