The Sealed Epistle Poem by MAGNUS KING

My pretty little beloved Cuz
My tree of love still blossom because
We both love the beauty of sermon
That lives in Moriah and dwells in Zion
Hold fast and take care
Eyes wide and beware
One or two is striding like the pact between men and lions
For John is the excellence he craved
And Daniel the pictures he saved
Knowing that wires are winding
Olives mount is where I'm still standing
That you may know we're not in oblivion