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Thunder carved
And lightning born
Steel sharp
With perfect form

Oceans part
The waters shorn
Wild heart
Gives chase to storms


What rage he feigned, to hold his reign
Feats of glory, swollen stories
So legends claim a perfect name


At the base of my spine
I trap a shiver
As the glint in your eyes
no longer glitters

On the curve of my cheek
the tears turn silver
For the want of your touch
you don’t deliver


Though damp lines down his face are creeping
I see a strength in his gentle weeping
A steady heart, his head high keeping


She’s starlit pure and angel kissed
Where checkered halls in time persist
Her pearl bloom in earthly hearts
Tears fervent men of sense apart