with Arms wide open




The Lines,  on The Face,  of Truth

(  are The Keys,  to Paradise  )




There are Stories,  We have nEver spoken,

as There are Words,  that Silence,  hushed,

There are Promises,  lying Still,  unbroken,

      as There are Roses the darkness crushed . . .


and So,  We bear,  The Sword,  of Reason,

Ever We toll these Hours,  of Winter’s Fate,

So change We must,  to mark The Season,

      as We spring The Lock,  on Heaven’s Gate . . .





 from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Pillar of Truth



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