Thursday, November 5, 2009

The Call

Raze!

Doubts arise and fear dismay.

Flow!

Till thy bosom tried and true.

Blaze!

Catch a gleam of glory bright.

Flood the land with purest joy.

Thy kingly brightness display.

Filled with might, sweet and gentle,

thy heart rekindled daily.

Even till thy journey's end,

twinkle, twinkle, all the way.

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