The Fortress

The primal force again will stir
it's purpose we may never know
it creeps upon us
and is sudden shown,
here within, complete, and fully grown.
Surprising in it's energy, this Beast, Serene and still
't is Peace and Grace that keeps it so.

The Sentinel with Sword and hand
would bid us fear, or draw us back,
to over bind her stated cause,
and ask a price, too dear.
The world would have us pay the due,
not say the word, or think the thought
but make the pledge untrue.

It cannot be, 't is rule and law,
't is rule of man alone, that tries,
to make it wrong to feel this force,
to touch with body hand and eyes
and mind.
The unity of love would tear the page,
spoil their sentimental chains,
and burn their book of lies.

Heed not the sanity, driven home
by pain and fear.
or that timorous voice of sense, which tells us
venture not, stay here, it is safe within the tower,
the walls hold the inner prisoner safe,
that one you think insane,
but stricken it would seem, by Higher Power
the tower falls in flame.

Darkfire
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