Crystalline Cool (27)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (27)"
   
   2 x 7 = 14.  Conception.  Forged in stone.  A Virgin.  Possibly 6,000 years ago axiomatically mentioned, before Ezra edited it all.  Crushing the adder.  Kicking the heel of a scorned moll.  Saint Catherine and the Miraculous Medal, wrapping her arms around an inviolate statue of remembrance, uttering:  "You are my mother now."  And the European Union Flag, showcasing that Miraculous Medal--possibly.
   Duncan, beyond the tree line.  Canis lupus arctos, standing in the glacial chill, unyielding.  The old man used to tell his son that we all have a black and white wolf inside of us.  The black wolf causes bullying, manipulation, bravado, arrogance, thinking the white wolf is weak.  The white wolf walks the Red Road, and if ever meeting another of his kind, never fearing, for they are brothers and sisters, submitting to the purity of snow.
   Duncan still hadn't found Santa Claus.  But the jingle was vibrating on a high frequency, singing to his beating heart.  And he could hear the magnanimous cool of sublime elves singing sweetly; indeed, he was on his way, laughing in remembrance of Saint Joan punching out a Scotsman for bringing unclean women along on a noble quest to save her homeland.