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In the beginning Rimmed with wind and storm A great black wrath of infinite math Spat snarling into form And there was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders Affections to be seen Fathered from the plundered Reflections of a dream Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent As grinning nimbus gathered Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped the lead As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) Until at last, past grasping trees He paused to draught forbidden streams That whispered siren promises To drown his thirst (for sports amiss) These waters held secrets Like raped Russian dolls Wherein evil and good Tore his soul for control And drunk with the verse of desire´s first words The weight of the universe Slunk in rehearsed Horror in numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons Shining Feriluce Reflected in jaded mirror Climbing from the noose Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn scores, the silver scream Of truth and her deleted scenes Was taken up as far, it seemed As God his words eclipsed (Those waters hid visions Like butchers in war Perverting the course Of life´s blood evermore...) In the beginning Skinned well with gibbous tones Of countenance and ignorance In equal measures sewn A marbled arc of Angels Sworn to the morningstar Shared His pride and deep inside Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards

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