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What Does It Mean ? What does this all mean for the Ground Crew ? |
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03-14-2010, 02:35 PM | #1 |
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Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: Illinois
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To My Dear Avalon Family...to help us heal
The Wings of Maria and Solomon's Song !
A new day is breaking across the plains of the desert, Maria's golden dawn to greet; like a lush green meadow, Bathsheba is awaiting the dewdrops, deliciously sweet. It's Solomon's flowery nectar, growing in a valley of memories forgotten for so long; where a beautiful song is playing, birthing a new world for our sweet Maria to belong. Out in the dry desert, a caravan of camels paces steadily towards its vermilion oasis; a mighty rock, telling its tales of old, when wisdom still was found in hidden places. Baiame, the serpent's rainbow is arching across a glorious sky, shining in hues azure; and there's Maria, a flower from the desert with her love to share so gently and demure. Merlin, the crimson dingo has come to the great meet, with stories of a redrosy sky; so many desertdwellers to share in adventures, hearing a majestic eagle's eerie cry. Amidst the gathering is our queen, dancing to the mother's calling, love's own tune; What a celebration at the edge of nowhere, this wedding betwixt the sun and the moon. Jonathan, the emu has arrived with a message about Maria from the heavens above; the dragon's friends are found all about, guided in the peace of the snowwhite dove. There is Toby, the alabaster unicorn, pacing for Maria's mounting and to elope away; into a realm of lofty mountains, where the regal eagle's loveplay always holds sway. Excalibur, the sword of truth has broken forth to swiftly rent the veils holding asunder; a mighty tempest sweeps across a forlorn land, a world shaken in lightning and thunder. Maria's dreams of love and sublime desires, all have sprouted upon Pegasusian wings; from the heights of peaky treetops and of oaken branches, where the nightingale sings. You pretty pink flamingo, wading by across the shores of longings, bubbling all adrift; if you'd just fathom the inner essence of your glory, your ecstacy would come so swift. Upon the wings of Solomon, you shall find the Dragon's daughter's passage to be free; oh sweet remembrance of the days of old, Maria of Jerusalem has found her lost key. The name of the Mother's poem is your own; your courting troubadour so fit to see; a dawning of love's joy in all is splendour, so devoted and wondrously in wait for thee! {Composed by the tripartite One: Logan Antico of Arndale; Robert Sceptico of Jones and Tony WhyNot} |
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