WATERFORD ANGEL.River geishawatching overthe crystal city.From The Tower,sleep-wrapped,I meet her gaze.Like the Fourth Sister,she guards myviking dreamsas stories piercethe night withtempered steel.Alice ofAbervennystains the pastwithpomegranate bloodfrom 70 Knights.Molly washesthe centuries cleanby morning.She welcomesall here.Serene Angelof Waterford.

