- Interlude -


    When the fawn was at the stoop of the devil’s black door,


    At the very bottom of that of that storm-wracked mountain,


    He thought he heard the voices of God speaking.


    The shadow sat at the top of that hidden peak, he knew,


    But then why was it God who spoke?A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Do you hear the voices of God too?


    The chorus of silver bells from on high.


    They sound like the bells ringing from the holy city,


    Up there in the world above, beyond the ceaseless storms.


    At the highest height of the holy city, there was a very different boy,


    Sitting serenely by his mother’s roses, waiting for his parents to arrive.


    He wore wore a silver mask, and my, it was so familiar.