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'''Title: a book   '''

'''Author: Maligant Mondayn '''


Time draws in circles <br>
The paths of the mortal mind <br>
Circles draw together <br>
Circles seek to become once again themselves <br>
To close itself 


First by the finding 
of the hidden

Second by redemption 
of the lost

Third by revealing the 
fountainhead

Fourth by the 
swordstroke's edge

Fifth by the 
conquering of fear

Sixth by the trial of 
the five

Seventh by the touch 
of the Eastern Hand

Eighth by the 
vanguishing of evil's 
heart

Ninth by truth 
reveal'd

Tenth by the cracking 
of the mirror of stone

Eleventh by the 
dreamer's wakening

Twelfth in the hand's 
of love reveal'd

Thirteenth by 
sacrifice and renewal

Fourteenth at the 
hands of a woman 

The last by the 
gathering of the 
childern of Lylyth's 
curse


At the altar of their 
grandsire <br>
Each with one in hand 
to save them <br>
Who would give life 
itself to stand at thier 
side. <br>
Then begins the quest 
for salvation <br>
The first clue will be 
in the hands of the 
woman of oak and 
mistletoe <br>
And the Book of 
Secrets points the way <br>
The second will follow 
the first <br>
And on unto the last <br>
Where each will die 
and be reborn in the 
childern's healing love <br>
At the hand of their 
own <br>
Lest they can answer <br>
All that is asked of 
them


Two paths to salvation <br>
Lay open... <br>
The books give what 
the mind cannot 
fathom <br>
the mind gives what 
the body cannot strive <br>
and win <br>
The heart surrenders 
at the last <br>
And all go forth 
healed


Save one...


The pilgrim sets his 
feet again where he 
once sought <br>
and feline rage allows 
the way <br>
To all who seyk and 
founder in their 
seyking <br>
The winds of heav'n 
ope' and are changed <br>
Yet the path lies not 
where it seems <br>
Not the answer where 
the question points <br>
Westward now he 
looks and breaks his 
staff <br>
In a hidden place 
beneath <br>
The hermit sits <br> 
Waiting for pity, <br>
waiting for comfort, <br>
waiting for the word <br>
But none offer <br>
For none understand  
his need <br>
Now there is fire and 
brimstone <br>
Deep rage and silent 
hate <br>
Bar the way to the 
place of reckoning <br>
Where few set foot 
and fewer leave <br>
All burns in the 
silence <br>
But all burns bright <br>
With the finding of 
the last book....


The WAY opens.


''Seneschal Tir'markenan,'' <br>
''Faerie Scribed at the secret hand and mind of my mistress, T'Ndaria''


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