
Beyond the guiles of the man in the moon
The kaleidoscope eyes I ne'er saw clearly through
Emergent from darkness into prismatic light
Pondered me, who be I, neath the livery of night
The indigo hearts, so truly blue
So sadly sentient and mighty in woe
Could see naught beyond yesteryear, of laments long past,
To the now nor tomorrow, where hopes are amassed
Of ifrits and shamans and their red crimson fire
Whose spirits want for power, borne of fear and of ire
Souls congregate and boast of high clout
In Hellenist conflagration, love cinders in doubt
In regalia of violet, how proudly they love
Til tyrannical pride, gives to dining on doves
Oh regency divine, save us from the pangs
Of achillean boyishness, and their Phoenician games
Viridescent Gaia, thou wilderness creeps
Vestal babes wail for Ephesian teets
Mary's sorrow makes one sickly and green
When prayers are forsaken, making nightmares of dreams
Refracted twas mine aura, divided among the stars
Helioharmonically coalesced the colors of my heart
As one before all and all before one
From an image created, one complete ray of the sun



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