A place where cherubs delight, where sunlight washes the face of night and dew drops play upon the backs of her captors. I know that as I cross, for I will dare, the waves will lick the soles of my feet, and if I should fall, she will taste me even more, but as long as I can remain upon that bridge, she will not swallow me up. Go to Alundreatta's Index The Promise Ebony hues across the sky. Dainty lamps stand trimmed to guide. And I'll come to you.
Silent creatures rise to prey.
Weary heads seek where to lay. And I'll come to you. And I come to you. Go to Alundreatta's Index Hope Hope is always seen, when walking with the promise ever before you.