I wield two blades,
Flanked by Justice and Law.
I strike true and fair, hour by hour,
For monarchs and peasants alike.
Encircled by 24 petals of light,
Our Lady of the Rose watches, silent as stone,
O’er believers below.
Look to the Lady lit by the setting sun.
Look to the blossoming rose.
Stay with Our Lady, standing between flowing waters.
Count one for each book of the Pentateuch from rose to transept.
Five arches, five wide-open eyes, five nightmares.
The last sits atop our treasure:
The gate to the infinite.