Circle within Circle | |
And when that hour came | |
From words they passed to deeds | |
Spires, Spirals, and Stones rise | |
'And in the distance | |
A cathedral in flames' | |
Given a chance to recover his breath | |
And exposed | |
To the process once more | |
The youth squirmed | |
In a shower of gold | |
That etched on his skin the words: | |
'Paradise stands | |
In the shadow of Swords' |