Another Naramore Creation 1 Comment
Annunciation
The Skies Reach down and bend to Our Ears
Reminding Us to Listen to the Chimes of Dawn Arriving
All that was ever Clear and Just and Holy will Awaken
In the Course of these coming days
And the spell of disenchantment will come undone
The Skies will grow Resplendant in Rays of Colors Undescribable
The Days shall Call out in so many Hallowed Tongues and Enraptured Songs of Return
The Clouds will part and Reveal Star upon Star upon Star-
Countless and Incandescently Shining in their Glory
And In the Mirror of the Skies,
We will Know that We are the Chosen Ones,
The Ones of Might and of Annunciation
Heralders of the New Dawn Arising in
Untold Brilliance Strung with Golden Harp Strings
and Diamond Sharp Rains
Blue Skies Dancing
and Emergent Sighs of Release and of Ageless Wonder
