O
high Lord wing with oil to bless
the
once lost heir who gored red eyes
of
trolls and ghouls born from fire's pit
to
rend his staff that flared at sea
so
the fair race might fear no blood.
O
haste white gift! Bring forth your crown
ablaze
in rich rose to hail the peace.
Adorn
his sweet head with glory and lauds
and
spray holy scent upon the glad aisle.
O
chaste maid glide! Come pleat your love
in
his moist heart long torn by war.
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