A
mystic power wills its silver heart gift
to
kiss the earth with rubies and fire.
Song
floats on rays; souls bathe in bliss
the
stars pierce brows; seeds blast dark minds
whose
gelid fonts sigh as deep swoon fails.
Worlds
cease to roar; love twangs and spins
it
paints glad hues where dead wicks rot
smog
flees the war when hope rends fangs.
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