Peel back the parchment, See the scratches there? Indecipherable markings, symbols yet to be read, Sigils solidly coded, overlooked, Powerful in their secrecy…
So you’re a scholar, Heavenly gifted to teach and learn - Tell me then, what do you see? Can you interpret the glyphs, will you Tell me what they say?
Trace the heavy ink, Feel the intricacy of the design Wrapping and twisting, slanting left then right, Calling to me, teasing me with Every angle and curl…a pattern
Encoded so no one, no one (not even you) Will be able to offer a solution… Angels may fall, Astrologers may rise, But the symbols will remain a mystery,
Buried treasure clinging to sheepskin, Urging me on, offering a glimpse I cannot understand, Tempting me to my studies, pushing me forward Helplessly - Time - that cruel master, Fate - that insidious friend. Dena L Moore June 4, 2006
*Thanks to everyone who has read my work and especially to those who take a moment to comment! It is very much appreciated. Many blessings and the riches of life.... Dena
In the waning days of World War II, a man lies injured in a London hospital, shrouded in mystery and confusion. He is an American serviceman, stripped of his identity and memories, save for the name John, and plagued by vivid visions of battles that
Lieutenant Fay Kincaid has plenty on her plate with being commander of the Rockland PD Support Division which included two of the most prestigious units there, SWAT and the Bomb Squad as well as CSU, SRO and Dispatch. Not only that, but she is the si