What a light that shines through – so sparkling, so bright!
Greatness foretold just on the edge of the night
There were obstacles for sure both natural and contrived
upon which pain and hatred are derived
Faith questioned and alliances have no meaning
The lost choir is revealed now the child is weaning
from dancing fairies and earthly delights
the Truth is at hand along with the will to fight
the possessed, the giants, and that which goes bump in the night
This battle does humble, twist and turns the soul
leaving the mind and the spirit less whole
until the very nature of the adversary abides within
when nightfall and the sunrise does become twin
Indistinguishable, iridescent and inescapable one from another
No Father to console thee and death is imminent for the Earth Mother
Though much that is known, there is no where to grow
Swift judgement is courted, nay demanded in hope of repose!
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
nice post with super pics and illustrations.
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