The
sky ghoul booms and gores a star
His
sword clouds mock as halo maids flee.
Waves
boil to dross; hills writhe in shards
a
toxic eyes whirls; moon glory is mauled.
But
ochre lakes chime where blue steeds rest
and
peace birds drape a foal with light.
The
young prince hails his court of love
chants
fool black darts to rend their foe
That
holy foal weeps; his star glides high.
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