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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere And pathways revealed their footholds The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history So that one day the future settlement of the second Would be moved by the last—by the past Suffering much it stayed Manifesting in incandescent words Thrusting evanescence upon the weak Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest Would move the unmovable The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone The very reflection of their creator was evident Upon their unremitting glimmers Unafraid to stare the others down Motivated and construed by the glower of death Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy They never were part of the battle—they merely watched Always seeing truth But they never quite absorbed Like a rock hitting the water The inevitable fate was to fly and sink The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself Even the very heart of the devil is marked Though rebellion embarked The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him He merely despised it But wished not to lose it For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate And only He can re-move these ligures -July 20, 2013- -For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest- -Thanks for the inspiration-
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