Bradley Jay Phipps (December 17,1956 / Durango, Colorado)
(du Lac, Trilogy I) Chevalier mal Fet
Water glistened in the mist of the wind.
Scarred walls cut the sky reaching for Heaven, and
absolution called itself Camelot...
Hall of Arthur, court of the intended man.
one strong... one weak
one beautiful... one ugly
All one... Save one
Chevalier mal Fet
du Lac, played with fire.
du Lac, touched the sky.
du Lac, kissed the crimson tear of sincerity.
'Curse to the sun who made me a god to men, '
said du Lac.
'Curse to the moon who made, du Lac, a man to God, '
said one man
for he worshipped the essence and
kissed the fire...
He saw beauty in a reflected pain.
du Lac, was a woman he once loved.
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