As gilt runes wink in sylph tree woods
King Meda bows rapt and prays for grace.
Dead skies flash rose; fauns tune pearl harps
nine holy steeds bear elves born of light.
A cyan orb spins; it rains fair stars
that cloak pure Meda in high elf powers.
deep mystic words guide his soul to cross
the arc of bliss where God's queen gifts
her prized sun gem signed by moon love.
