Carefully—almost reverently—Lohxnahr reached out as if to hold the orb. But he stopped short of touching it, like a child might seek to gently capture a dandelion’s floating seed in an open hand. Humming softly at first, Lohxnahr smiled and his eyes gleamed from the reflecting lavender. Then, in a lilting chant, he sang.
In order to be, see.
Attend your ear, hear.
Withhold not, free.
Defeat fear, run near.
Ambiguity, embrace.
Throw open, heart.
Radiance upon your face.
The evil, part.
“My friend, these words you spoke to Danielle. I now borrow them from you—with a few changes, if you will pardon me. You were always better with words. I believe the time is come.”
In order to free, again be.
Attend your ear, draw near.
Withhold not, free.
Defeat fear, return here.
Ambiguity, eliminate.
Throw open, start.
Radiance, stimulate.
Then evil, part.
Lohxnahr’s wings fluttered outward slightly as he chuckled. “Truth, you see! You rhyme better than me.”
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