Philippa's short stories/Poems: ELDERS OF THE LIGHT

Thursday, August 6, 2015


A ruby lord bows; his gilt cross whirs to guide his realm that dwells in skies. Mares part grey cloud; spires drift on wings Man hails deep trance as domes kiss earth and tribes of power choose hearts for light. The holy sage carves a globe from pines it pours rare salt by work of nymphs who cure... Sign in to see full entry.

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