Friday, July 20, 2012


Long ago they thought they knew,
How to fight the sun and moon,
Deep they went sound and smell,
Beneath the beating of the bells,
In quite halls still as stone,
Waters unrippled calm and deep,
Constant dripping of the spires,
Silent patter of little feet,
Dark and deep they built there home,
Beneath the ancient bones of this world,
In the silent places they waited,
One day to return unabated.

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