For the entertainment and bafflement of my [3] readers, I post a poem. Copyright 2007 to KEB, of course [and I'm damn serious].
Argentum
Whilst evils trample 'round the earth tonight
And sorrow great and vast leaves no sound way
To dream or hope upon escape or flight
The angels fight the night, restoring day
The eldest twists and turns the closing heat
The second minds the minds of those who think
The harmony of death the fourth one beats
The third, a sieve, for feeling past the brink
From death these heav'nly hosts protect the life
From life these selfless guards prevent the dead
Sweet breath, a whisper faintly breaks through strife
And breathes the words to patch the path ahead
Though often lost and baffled by their might
The angels guard your sound, your sight, your night.
Arty, Thena [Eddie], Seph, and Tia: Est deus in nobis.
15 years ago
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