A book by Maligant Mondayn
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