majuscule

olden pages
so august with
texture, complexity, delicacy
script so fine and intricate
the majuscules declaring anew
the chapters in letters fantastical

I weep at their beauty
imagining cloaked figures
hunched intently
in cold scriptorium

the wielded pen
alit with candle
and fire within
propelled by the majesty
of cryptographic knowledge

and I across a sea of time
can only wonder
at their craft
and weep for their demise

while still rejoicing
that their day is gone
and that what was arcane
and recondite
is known to me
as fundumental