Poetry and Fiction

Through glinting arch, past river bold

Beyond the Hall of stories old

and over lonely bridge of test

Removed from evil Shâgâh’s pest.

 

Through the chamber of His power

After heart and soul does cower

And eyes once dim see over throne

Now dust is settled on the stone,

 

At last in murky dark of fall

Now harken to Creators call

While trembling tugs at stranger loath

There lies the promised book of oath. —

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