Our grand pantheon,
At the tongue of that river,
Our carriage awaits.
I have no answers,
Just a golden misspelt key,
A door to unlock.
So come away now,
They draw nigh, the unfaithfuls.
Their veils thrown open.
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Is that a fairytale tone that I sense in this? :)
Ah yep... more surreal... but you know how I love to play with imagery : D
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