The Temple BuildersWandering low until my toes break against the Rocky plateau. Wading through the flood, casting out all madness and blood. I've seen the battle. I am not undone. I've kicked the serpent against its rattle. Falling up into the fire. Grasping lamps from the liar. Don't waste away into the breeze. Nor lay suspended as your senses freeze. Deliver your gerth to the bottom of the stones. Draw down your cold weeping bones. Flesh and souls pacing inexorable patrols. They will not be slow when they arrive, trammeling against the deep divide. Sacrificing for the generations. Creating space in the constellations.
Believe in your brilliance. You are the soldiers for resistance.
SilentBluemoon 36-40, F 4 Responses 7 Jan 21, 2013