a Paragon, of Virtue





(  The Child  )






All His Glory,

with All His Might,

free of Destiny’s Chain,

borne to uphold The Mantle

of Her Dominion,  and The Virtues

of Perfection,  a Legion of Stars awaiting

His Whisper of Justice,  poised on The Edge

of Truth,  His Back to The Universe,  His Sword,

lifted toward Hope,  a River of Tears in His Wake, 

and The Rage of Angels in His Heart,  daring the

dogs of Chaos,  to look in His Eyes,  standing,

for Eternity,  among The Honor,  of Always,

standing,  between Time,  and Space,

is Ever,  gracing The Smile,  on

a Face of An Angel,  by

The Name,  of So

It shall

      Be . . .





from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Children of The Clouds



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