Steve Rogan

Heartstone Steve Rogan

'Her green skin tattered ripped and torn. Her sneer at fire a laugh of scorn. The stars which nestle there 'pon her shoulders. Staving death's hand which could not hold her. Old world fade and new world flourish. Celeste and book reap and nourish. My poet's hand she puts to breast. In quiet night of warrior's rest. Perfumed fire her blazing hair. Gun and Greens stripped naked bare. Celeste my love my goodbyes come. Such words from you I shall hear none'"Everything is watched by the Heart Stone, and what you have in its entirety is the full extent of all you will ever have; the old-times are not to return! Our Brothers have brought to us a new beginning, and it is the wish of all our people-groups that your people-groups will share it warmly with us. We will not surrender it again!"The Movement would need to guard them from the Clans and the Clans, in turn, would need to guard them from The Movement.