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The poets and the prophets
shall gather upon the dawn-
To dine, perhaps entrance
The coming morn.Should
They succeed halt twilight's end-
Behold! The new day of forever shall begin.
As the clock nears its final chime
prophetic words well within their minds.
Words that shall enhance the new day's shine,
and be protected in the new order's shrine,
The poets and the prophets shall become
as one.......one voice....one son-
and what of the noon shall it be lost?
No! Not at any cost it shall inherit
body and mind and walk with the living in the sublime,
but to the poets and the prophets the dawn slowly still climbs.
