in The Arms, of By and By

  

O

                  ^^ 

 

 

A Field,  of Stones

(  Fallen,  Angels  )

 

 

  

*         *         *         *         *         *         *         *         *         *

*     across this Hush and Sigh,  of Days Gone By,      *

*     as Memory,  tries to Remember,  for Ever I will      *

*      listen,  as My Tears,  in Hope’s Light,  glisten,      *

*      to The Echoes far beyond Yesterday’s Reign . . . *

*      as The Lilies sway to the Wind’s Ballet,  and       *

*      The Moon,  slowly,  begins to Turn,  for Ever I       *

*      will weep,  until The Promise I will keep,  nay,      *

     They did not cry,  no They did not die,  in Vain . . . *

*                                                                                              *

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from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Pinnacle of Choice

 

 

 

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