out of The Mists, of Avalon

 

                O 

                                                 ^^

                                                       ^^ 

 

Castles,  of Iron

 (  on The Sands,  of Time  )

 

 

      ~~~~­ *

           ~~­ *

­yes,

here I stand,

My Sword,  in Hand,

bathed in Her Armor of Grace,

the Dragons,  slain,  darkness,  dead,

      and Her Light,  Always,  shines,  in It’s Place . . .

ο    ο    ο    ο

yes,  gone The Night,  no Evil in sight,

Sorrow’s Fate,  having lost,  the Race,

so,  walk with Me,  through The Gates

of Her Dawn,  and Our Eyes

      will behold,  Heaven’s Face . . .

so,  open Your Hearts,  and

sail Away,  with Me,  across

My River of Tears,  for there

 is where Ever reigns in Peace,

      for All The Days,  of Our Years . . .

so,  come share My Dream,  as

though It might seem,  as We fly

upon these Angel’s Wings,  Away, 

to The Blessed,  beyond All The Rest,

     as We journey,  toward This Voyage,  of Kings . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams

 

 

 

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