✧ “The Cult and the Beacon: Shadows of an Age” ✧ Author: Velantriec (Velantrim)

✧ “The Cult and the Beacon: Shadows of an Age” ✧

Author: Velantriec (Velantrim)

📝 Short Description (for publication)

This poem reflects on a world where ego, image, and manufactured success replace quiet wisdom, compassion, and inner integrity.

It speaks about a time when the soul becomes a product, attention becomes currency, and meaning becomes rare.

A text of the Velantrim culture — a path of awareness, responsibility, and human dignity.

📖 Poem

✧ The Cult and the Beacon ✧

Heroes of screens… what lives inside? Only masks and poses, dressed in light. 🌒 A poser cries: “Behold! I am the crown, The perfect form that dazzles all around.” 🜂

He teaches: “Fight. Believe in self alone. ⚖ Life is a race — your throne is yours alone.” He sows a cult. He breeds the need for war. A mirror of the Ego — nothing more.

The crowd is spellbound, drinking every sign, Intoxicated by this glittering lie. ✨ They carry noise — a hollow stream of claims, The soul as brand, turned diamond for the game. ◇

Nearby stands one who brings the quiet flame, Who heals the wound — yet no one knows his name. 🔆 He is unneeded in their restless mind, Declared “too poor in spirit” for their kind. 🌿

Unbright, unmarketed, not made to sell, They call him dull — a thinker lost in spells. 📜 For this world learned: each fights for self alone, And silent light is left to fade, unknown.

It loses meaning, weakens, breaks apart, Who fails to join the shining masquerade. 💠

…Yet in the past, beyond the wild frontier, The wise once taught: “Paradise is here — In standing side by side, in shared design. 🌱 The crown of Earth is mind and heart aligned.” But idols’ glare eclipsed that ancient sign. 🜁

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