The ruby lord prays by thrones of old
and calls their powers to rest on man.
A jet case parts; his sceptre blasts realms
his regal chest bears a vivid red rose.
It strews blood mist; the sick moon beams
she sears grey troops who stab her grace.
In rent, jade woods a holly shrub winks
As waves hurl ships that guard God's fleece.
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