I am the singer at the dawn of the age,
and I stand at the door to the west.
Three fifties of warriors uphold me,
whose names are written in the halls of chieftains;
great lords make haste to do their bidding.
Royal blood flows in my veins,
my kinship is not humble;
yet my portion is despised.
Truth is at the root of my tongue,
wisdom is the breath of my speech;
but my words find no honor among men.
I am the singer at the dawn of the age,
and I stand at the door to the west.
Excerpt from The Paradise War © Stephen R. Lawhead
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