I have stood before the gates of the Silent Blue Lords
Humbled by their unfathomable power
Yet steeled by my small humanity
The hammer within my heart
The wolf's cry
The sparkling scale
We stand together in pulsing warm defiance
This hushed temple
Where the stars are within my grasp
The sky a stony cloister
This apparent tomb is the maker of greatness
We stand in awe of the stoic darkness
And laugh as our foolish blood rushes
Boiling in our veins
- Chris Getz
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