Now We Have Lit A Candle To

Caught Beauty , Held To Light, Now Apes A Good, Now Evil, Thing The Shifting Sign And Spectrum Of Archaic, Psychic Shapes.

Beauty In This Iron Age Must Turn, From Fluid Living Rainbow Shapes To Torn, And Sootened Fragments, Ashes In An Urn, On Whose Gray Surface Runes Are Traced By A Norn, Who Hopes To Wake The Future To Arise, In Phoenix-fashion, And To Shine With Rays, To Blast The Sight Of Modern Men Whose Dyes, Of Selfishness And Lust Have Stained Our Days...

Everybody Should Fear Only One Person, And That Person Should Be Himself .

Reader, Pray That Soon This Iron Age Will Crumble, And Beauty Escape The Rusting Cage.

Dreams Haunted The Riverworld.