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
