The
star maid glides to earth's high thrones
and
seeks a lord when halos kiss hearts.
Her
smile parts clouds as visions beam grace
the
worthy king flees for mystic love calls
and
bids him yield his realm of power.
That
prized lamp wails; blood dyes her rays
Sun
weaves gold lint to heal God's gift
A
black fog shrouds the land of shame.
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