I had hoped to have Part three up tonight but it appears it will be tomorrow night, I have to finish editing and rewrite a few key sections before posting. Sorry about the delay its been hectic as usual around here with not alot of time to write.
but as treat or torture your choice I leave you this tonight..
Dies irae, dies illa / Solvet saeclum in favilla, / Teste David cum Sibylla
Dreaded day, that day of ire,
When the world shall melt in fire,
Told by Sybil and David’s Lyre.
Fright men’s hearts shall rudely shift,
As the judge through gleaming rift
Comes each soul to closely sift.
Then the trumpet’s shrill refrain,
Piercing tombs by hill and plain,
Souls to judgment shall arraign….
When the judge his seat shall gain,
All that’s hidden shall be plain,
Nothing shall unjudged remain.