Whispers of Ascendancy

Hold me closer to the heavens, not as close to the sun. The warmth of

an ending, the frigidness is rough. Judge me here at the entry,

find my name on the scroll. Hold my hands as they whisper, whatever words may

befall. For if we fall, we fall, we fell today.

For if we rise, we rise, we rise and say,

every word was wise, the wisdom code. As the walls light up,

they all may show. Every question that shivers, each arrow is

firm. Every answer, its quiver, each point is a word.