At the edge of All the Ages
A Knight sate on his steed,
His armor red and thin with rust
His soul from sorrow freed;
And he lifted up his visor
From a face of skin and bone,
And his horse turned head and whinnied
As the twain stood there alone.
No bird above that steep of time
Sang of a livelong quest;
No wind breathed,
Rest:
"Lone for an end!" cried Knight to steed,
Loosed an eager rein —
Charged with his challenge into space:
And quiet did quiet remain.
ok, I figured out why it's soooo cloudy here...(a little slow on the uptake I will say) we have tropical depression #19 that is parked and moving at the pace of I-4 on the State of Florida...so I won't be able to go out shooting until this wkend for the macro...sigh...
First of all I wan' thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
