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Ye Olde Magicksharbringer, carrying thy holy burdenUn-worked stones of time The grass tall on the hollow hills Sorrowed faeries ceased to fast His circles and symbols, attracted the spirits Of whom thought lost His prayers to them and summons Drew the moisture from the ground around him The lids of each his eyes, malformed to his forefingers, left and right His voices, a parody of gibberish The catalysis began with the rising of the seas When the powers made the material descent His melting torso showered the children With conditional understanding Creatures that dwelt in the clay Upheaved the ocean floor in clouds Billowing red sand They have awakened to cleanse And heal the spiraling worlds Claimed long forgooten ages ago He spoke of nightmarish malice, but the beauty Incomparable, these aliens brought this planet life Purifying in graceful slaughter |