the Pillars, of the Urth

 

 

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­What Lies,  ThereIn

(  of Spires,  Steeples,  and Stained Glass  )

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there

has come

certain Pages,

down through the Ages,

      that have shown Us The Light of Dei . . .

yet still,  We stand,  with Our Swords,  in Hand,

and Vengence raging in Our Eyes,  to find The Reasons, 

for Their Treasons,  through All Our Seasons,  as if We All so lived,

under different Skies . . . and still,  We do pray,  for that Light,  of Dei,

and never really knowing The Why,  because,  We stare at The Faces,

      and laud All Their Graces,  as if,  it were Do,  or Die . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Shelter of Kindness