Astrea...dont be 'ajumpin to yer own conchulsions... Quoting: La Epee de'flambe... 28293300
A spat we had, tis true, but in troof I got tired to the bone of the sorrow story Astrea...
at first I thought you were a woman.
anyway..point being, Tamar was quested with the protection of the waterfowl...and the fowl the protector of the shamir...
anyway..DUDE...."The sisters of The Southern Cross Tonight...fly straight and true...its kinda right...
I am a poet ya bufoon.
If - 'Tis all well and good as yee say
that you watch over some sort of bird, or creature that flies alone
Why then, have I this terrible feeling in every bone?
That those encrusted (er..trusted) with knowings of olde
Make choice and deed against
that the heart the ever bleeds
taking direction from rotten dusty book, instead of from the
Waters of the living brook?
what then when night falls, and in secret the bird takes flight?
Having called and called and hearing nothing, and seeing black
now returns to higher cloud, before the day
before the crown...
(try not to laugh aloud at my 8th grade poetry)