Glory Unfolded

I breathe these symbols as they float off the page.
They rise without substance from phantoms of age.
Their message penetrates like a dagger of flame!
Searing the mind with a story of pain.

As I ponder this record of spirits dispersed.
I feel their presence, a generation accursed.
Then suddenly a vision, I'm transported through time!
To a mountain repose, and unexpected sublime.

I learn from their wisdom, their folly and grief.
Their gift is a history, through love; they bequeath.
How is it I'm here to witness placid remorse?
Filtered glory unfolded, emitted ere the honed source.

My resolve is increased, I've been beckoned unto light!
Soaring over darkness, inhaling fumes of the night.
I whisper a concept as it melts through my head.
A generation is calling, these people aren't dead!