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My Harp and Lute are wood and wire, crafted lovingly and slow Their music brings me from the pain of this frail World here below and takes me to the Doors of Heav'n; whither upward I would go. My Drum's a heartbeat, keeping time, Marks the measure of the tune Counts the moments of the Dance Sets the sygil of the Rune. On that rock I build my Song Singing to the rising Moon. Harp and Lute, and Drum....and Words; Words to sweep, and twist, and roll, Words the weft to weave the web Woven with a single goal: A Web to catch My Lady's heart; A Web to touch My Lady's Soul. |
