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
Need, Want, Deserve, and Desire
The Impetus, for Existence, is dictated by Either of These Things,
while embracing The Notion, that Each are separate in all We feel
is required to live, when directing Our Pursuits toward Happiness . . .
though, in The End, finding Happiness, is when We realize, that
Each of These Things are nothing more, than One and The Same . . .
from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Pinnacle of Choice