My Rewritten Books. The Holymen

The partridge may disguise the secret; the stag may hide the secret; the dog may guard the secret. We fear no partridge, no stag, no dog: we’ve come to unveil the secret.
In the shadowlands, I am the edge-cutting sunbeam. In the dreamseas, I am a darkship’s prow. In the greendale, the ox’s plow. We’ve come to end the old mahamanvantara and put the asaka asunder.