Another Random Piece of Art John Preston Wasn't There to Pill to Death
Merlin of the Celts, First Incarnation: The Roman Invasions, or, True Identity Dedication To Merlin as he was originally worshipped by the Celts, before being Christianized; to he who made me a believer in the gods, and under whose guidance I have found the deeper aspects and further walls of my faith: May I know your wisdom, and your love, eternally, that they might shine from my heart also. Blessed be. Merlin, to you do I write this poem; For you it is by whose love I am sent Surely to this world so full of the meant To find the meaning absent in its veils. For what is it, what is meant, To not find meaning therein? I tell you it is nothing, nothing more, But when I look to you, I find more: For you it was who blessed me so; For by your hand do I prophesy; For, know as I say it so do I know, By your hand do I believe. In your honor do I write this novel, In your honor do I write this poem;