Spires

In the beginning

There was a seed

Creator limning

Sotto Voce

 

There was reverie

For the burgeon

But the avarice

Struck the virgin

 

Scorned by the scapegrace

So she went mute

Melody discarnate

Dissonance scute

 

Crescendo the lie

Crescendo rue

But a greater song:

True Love construed

 

Singing “all for One”

And One for all

Dissonance undone

Harmony squall

 

Among disunion

In the design

Saplings in the din

‘Til rectified

 

Now they stand The Spires

Hold up the sky

Illustrating ire

Has been consigned

 

If all the trees spoke

Of only fire

They’d fear ash and smoke

Forsake their shire

 

Mighty