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Caste of a Man

I can’t use just any cauldron To cast what I behold The core must be made molten As my legacy unfolds... Adding substance to the fire Heats my precious ore Impurities trade flames entire Soul until no more... Courage added to the mixture Hardens into gold Add morals and a holy scripture For the house he holds... When he stands without the frame I start to pour again So he can pass more than his name To copies after him...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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