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I walk upon the shadowed path,
My Guardian at my side.
I dwell within my scarlet wrath
Where peace is loathe to hide.
He leads me through the Door of Blood
To the Nightmare Sovereignty,
And he drowns me in the swelling flood
Of love and fantasy.
So I, in corridors, do tread
The Labyrinth of Sleep.
My dreams are fraught with hope and dread
For my Guardian to reap.
Oh, Night won't tell the secret word
Of summoning he sings!
That voice of faith that must be heard
While the Bells of Silence ring.
T.A. Evans
22 September, 1992