The Beginning II
Returning the letter to your pocket, you ponder your current plight, and the long and curious adventures that lead you to this point, and you are reminded of lines from that old poem learned in childhood. You run these across your tongue again - for always the words had ignited that indwelling wandering spirit that drove you ever onward, seeking.
Seeking.
The Galahad
Begirt with Words and Mantle Dark,
. The Knight deports to seek the Spark
.. 'neath forest leaves of trackless trail,
... for Twilit Path twixt yonder Vale.
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'T hath no Beginning, nor doe it End,
.. that Silent Source that weaves the Fens -
.. from which doth Place and Time descend -
... from Castle Black that Gold defends.
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.. Yet secret chanting tongues are there -
... Each winged word a Spell that bears
.... the whispered keys to Everywhere.
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— Örpherischt, 12 Oct.ober, 2019