Truth's Tone
Parallel passage of Cartographer of the Crossroads
Attend well all those to whom Temperance appeals.
The wise keep this to hand: the mirror that reveals
serpents, streams, and secrets forged of words unspoken,
hidden temple's entrance, sealed by breaths not taken,
things kept in dimensions bound by the one-sided
key that charms and by the Devil is provided.
Resounding is the note; let those with names unknown
open with it locks made of pale moonlight alone.
Where honesty, resolve, and compassion converge,
lungs locked in deep rhythm from scattered chests emerge.
One true note might dissolve encasing silver spheres.
Hiding within Darkness, paths twist to bring you here.
