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He will reign with a silver scepter
his calling will number many
a moonless night will be his victory Light.
Two seats of honor will fold as one
the ledger’s mask hidden the true numbers of some.
Chambered gates fall fast
to the key left acquitted to the hand of a secret enemy.
A chance from a distance
a proclamation is stilled upon the wire
and all will know the identity of the caller.
The shadow finds the moon’s full night
and a weary public cries out for arms and liberty.
dlh
written 1/29/04