Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

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The Inner and the Outer hold a key to secrets sought

Through maze of alleys leading to the circled temple court,

Where wingéd horse lends flight to feet and horses carry two,

And sleeping knights bear witness to a wisdom found anew.

What stories do the faces see, what stories could they tell?

Of knights whose sought enlightenment and death through living hell?

Within the oldest temple, where an older faith was hailed,

Sophia from Baphomet ever more her faced unveiled.

Now disembodied heads watch over age-old secrets found

And keys are hidden in plain sight to knowledge underground.

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