and Lightning, danced



A Flock,  of Grace

(  behind The Sun  )




with *


The Might,  of All Things Dear, 

roaring at The Wind,  as an Echo flowed

through The Corridors of Their Hearts,  as

Each,  with Her Shield of Reason,  spoke,

with One Voice,  a Wave of Thunder, 

as Lions,  and They cried,

      nEvermore . . .




from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Third DoveTale – The Rail of Sighs




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