Castles, of Iron
( on The Sands, of Time )
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