Fleeting wantonness.
Spirits before the councils come.
Standing before the summons of One.
One ledger to barter for freedom it comes.
To another country distracting a fleeing one.
Lie upon lie of distrustful plea's,
for deceitful mouthfuls toward humanity.
Barking like an echo off a mountain side.
Flattering complacently of anothers need.
So to council it comes, that morning star.
Sharp and pointing at the fleeing czar.
Trust in discord and to faith it chimes.
Reciting the lead on equality it chimes.
One word, one ledger, again refined.
And to that debt, paid over, seven times.
Let it implore those written scores.
Let it chase back to words said before.
Again, there is nothing but, One implored.
So spirits in waiting, awaken, come.
Take seat and council, the summoned one.
Take hold and recite to those that incite,
holding fast on chains barring out light.
Times battle has forgotten this regard.
But, it has not forgotten the scars.
A.o.R.
