Joy, Sticks
Ages and Ages Ago, the
Angelic Warrior opened a Window
to discover a Virtual Web of Reality
never known in the world of Men,
and before Him, was arrayed
a LightScape of Wonder,
poised to challenge
The Mightiest of
Explorers, and
gathering There
inside The Magic,
were The Icons, standing at
The Edge of Always, and waiting to say
The Words,
WellCome, to The Circus of The Sun . . .
from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Third DoveTale – The Rail of Sighs