*In silence, they wonder at the vagaries of fate. Then... Under his breath he muses again, "What drives him on? This man of gold, With steady hand and eyes so cold, That cut through shadows in the night?"* *"But does he know?" the other says, "Is he one of them? Does he know what's happening in the realms of men? Of the talking, the planning, the preparing of the ground For the happenings that are coming When the magic abounds?"* Rook to F8, let's now dice with fate.
Sing of the Lady of the Night Who treads on sacred, silvered ground, Sways daintily to silent sound, Adorns the sky with silver light, And lingers with the Shades. She is the Goddess of the Dawn, Twinkle of kindness in his eye, The beauty of the midnight sky, Sister to those who dance and mourn, Her love a light that never fades. She is the Mother of us all. Stand still beneath Her watchful gaze; Her light sings of unuttered praise. Sweet Love before the tragic fall— Her endless mercy all pervades. And we emerge from 'neath her spell, As golden light spills 'cross the land, Across the page, over the hand That writes these words, this tale to tell: Her strength endures, and fear abates. The warmth, the joy, the leaping heart That follows as the new day breaks, As softly, hope once more awakes. Despair and doubt now fall apart; There is healing in the Shades.
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I CAN go on, all things are new, the old now fades into the blue I love the story that you write In inky lines in dead of night I love the realm you weave and sing I love to watch you build the thing My mind drifts on an endless stream Of wild fantasies and dreams I watch and sit, too sad to speak Not seeing that it's all for me The green grass spread beneath my feet The yellow flowers, the buzzing bees Hope springs eternal in my breast Inspired by He who knows me best
