Sophia, Tera Lord and Spirit A Poem for Elysia

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In and out, as gentle as a soft rain or summer seashore, is the daughter Spirit                                  

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Pushing or pulling is not the characters of her mother, Holy Sophia

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Her yin and yang possess the softness of clouds

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Going the way of peace and pure serenity

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Fear; nor doubt dare try her walls

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Their power simply dissipates while in her presence

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All strength isn’t; as it never has been

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It never will be, in heaven

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Threats and violence come from Earth

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The vibrational tones are hellish

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They only bully the vulnerable

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Our goal is selective hearing loss

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And, laughter at Taurus’ black soul

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Self lies are Tera Lord’s embodiment

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He is unknowing and faint of Sophia

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She who walks amongst harps and Lyres

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No battle plan has the stalker

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Adorned in the finest gauze linens

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Taurus watches Spirit crouched like a lion

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Her body iridescent in the night’s Moon

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Glaring visions; he ponders as Sophia sees

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Glides, her fingertips touching the child’s temporal mind

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Blessing’s whispered; she covers Son of Adam.

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From the dark corners, Tera waits.

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Leo, he is not, yet he acts, as if, he was ~

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Faith adorns her head with Lilies

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Hating he despises her, for he can’t conquer, the gods

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Mercy rules Spirits heart

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Tera hopes Spirit shall fall prey

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Hope? Raising her eyebrow, She hides her laugh.  

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Thinking; he has her and is victorious, at last.      

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She lets him believe; as he so boasts.        

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Then, vanishing, Sophia has no time for silliness.

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This angered him again; next time.  

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Spirit decides, if there will ever be, a next time… 

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Tera are you so ruthless that you would allow the king to sever your child into?

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Do you not know Sophia loves Spirit?

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She is her child just as Adam is yours.

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But, you are selfish.

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You permit destruction in the name of pride.

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Spirit is Sophia’s kindred and the golden child, too.

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