Sonnet of the Sacrifice

I remember, far in some distant dream
When Earth was lit by awesome splendor, too,
When holy men did shine in brightest gleam
As bells in towers struck their chords as true.
I remember ‘twas ere the night had fell
And men still spoke of many things to come,
As people praying harkened to the bell,
Prepared to meet with grace their Lord’s kingdom.
I remember those days of innocence,
When men built temples out of childish love,
When all aligned in some awesome balance,
The days of prayer, pure as the whitest dove.
For days of virtue to relive again,
I would endure the burden of all pain.

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