The Flowers, of Avarice
( bear Petals, of Stone and Glass )
The Lines drawn in The Sand, have long since faded from The Shores, of To Have and To Hold,
and now, ly buried, sumWhere, between All that is Left to take, and All that is Right, where It is . . .
Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The First DoveTale – The Fires of Ice