A book by Maligant Mondayn

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Title: a book

Author: Maligant Mondayn


Time draws in circles
The paths of the mortal mind
Circles draw together
Circles seek to become once again themselves
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
Each with one in hand to save them
Who would give life itself to stand at thier side.
Then begins the quest for salvation
The first clue will be in the hands of the woman of oak and mistletoe
And the Book of Secrets points the way
The second will follow the first
And on unto the last
Where each will die and be reborn in the childern's healing love
At the hand of their own
Lest they can answer
All that is asked of them


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


Save one...


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


The WAY opens.


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