She saw him being supported.
The procession faded up that dreaded mount.
She picked up the veil that was blown from her hand.
Her beauty was radiant.
Her heart was torn.
Her decision was made for acceptance and survival
She folded her veil and placed it with the other fragrant cloths.
The distant jeers and attacks were fading in her being,
As she continually folded the linen...
and so the Sixth Way of Sorrow was sung in the regardless heart
And he fell away from his teacher John, who baptized him, In those quiet moments after shunning his fallen brother... Our hero fell into...
The music begins..... He acknowledges the woman, her dress defines her, She is beautiful... She is strong... She is determined to follo...
In the gloom and vast darkness, shards of light are trinkets of rarity, there she lay, chained to the cold rock, her wings wrapped around...
I've roamed around in my cave, I've seen the light around the stone, But I have watched the splintered darkness, the stone h...