As devils howl spells blades gore the moon
Claws seize her gems of opal and pearl.
A white tower quakes; its gold domes smash
the grand sage rots in acid blood seas.
His noble brow streams rose light and oil
horns blare on peaks where fire birds nest.
That prince of flames smites earth with love
an ochre pit roars; beasts plunge to doom.
Blue eagles fan mist on the lord's bones
A pure heart soars; grace bids death flee.
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