Truthe's Concavity

Sheperds Dousing In Medallion-Man

Made Meadows...

He Who Bares The Hardest Blow,

Wins The Darkest Star..

A Fixed Haven Where Sun-Beams

Frown Upon Each Others Trioumphs.....

How Can A PitchFork Defend

The Truest Of True?

How Can A CessPool Of Zeniths Frown

Upon All The Intentionally

Manifested Chaos??

Antagonists Waltz With Desecrated Protagonists..

See eth The Lady  in Bronzed-Greeneth

Shadows.

She Bareth The Deepest Truthes  OF

THIS UNKNOWN Festival..

Star-Gated TrailWays Circulate

Around Her Telling Eyes..

The Leader of it all, lies in

the Deep Setted Gaze of her Eyes.

Her Eyes Never Lie.

They HoldThe Storie  of Her

Deepest Peering River....

Tie A Ribbon Around

The Deepest Fig Tree..

Write Her Story in

Your TRuest of Truthes..

Watch her Continually

ReAwaken,  for

She Can Never BeTamed

or Destroyed.

Shes a Wild Horse with

a Soul Of Infinite Infusions...

Bliss is her Middle  Name..

Truthe is Her First.......

Her Last Name Changes With

The UndyingTones of

the Ever-Changeth Tide...

Seraphim oh Seraphim.

What is the Wing-SpaN

of Your Winged Fortress??