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  October's Child



Across fields of onyx where the river flowed
A mirror of virtue where legends abode
Angelic beings shall never cease
Interlacing with nature, in innocence and peace
The statue of innocence dwells amid time
Blending with creation with its own kind
By God himself they say he was made
In the lap of a virgin he often laid
So many faces only few could see
A creature of legend, part of history
Is it she that found him trapped in ice?
Merged in spirit they wandered paradise
Could he accurately foretell the birth of man?
This creature whose names are Kilin to Karkadann
Did Julius Caesar really see this beast
In the forest deep or in the Mideast?
Ferocious but gentle untamed by few
This creature of beauty created anew
In cultures so varied describing so much
Did the Garden of Eden reveal his touch?
Such wonders we're told of Genghis Khan's hordes
Did he really bow down before armies that roared?
Or did the King of England draw up a coat of arms
To honor this creature with eternal charms

le genoux de a virginité


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