Renascence

As I commune with light's significance The veils unweave their Stygian dark arc For all the seasons of my earthly manse To honor powers of the hierarch. The young embrace these signs as modern troth The elders also voice this ancient strain All beings countersign with their own cloth As mighty truths once more become germane. No more do kings preside on rending shores All validate their song in rhapsody All bells chime forth to blazon open doors All realms mark minds and hearts in coterie. I hear a trumpeting of hallowed tones That sets the seal of peace upon all zones.