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Wednesday, September 12, 2012


The Queen of the East will rise tonight
Allowing all attending to dress in pearl
No one will leave without her mark
The masses will bow before this jewel…

Shadows dance upon high timbered walls
Giving a high and low carousel show
Echoes weave into the incantations
Mesmerizing all that await the coming storm…

The ancient scripts of the elders left no clue
No familiar phrase or intimate gesture
Wise the sages, yet innocent as doves
Leaving silence, fetters to indenture…

Stolen moments soar on the wings of the hawk
Threatening to put out Solomon’s fires
Offering justice to the pack of wolves
Singing the song of the forgotten choirs…

© April 27, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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