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The mountains zenith had an ambient calm,

Like a hazy reverie after a savage storm,

Sky-clad angels would lay in wake,

To witness forms that chaos would take,

Amongst the grasses, heathen and raw,

Vagrant nymphs played their flutes and all,

Musics lyrical lusts brought doom,

As the dusk settled in, maelstrom did too,

Squalls of desires echoed forth from winds,

Atop the mount where everything begins,

Angelic voices drowing out the cries,

For all other sound, Lucifer denies,

'Til forth from the heavens in a zephyr of blue,

A disciple of the God's struck his sword true,

Rapture, like fever, spread through with song,

Love became a virtue and evil was gone,

Sheathing his sword, he spread his wide wings,

Took to the air in the prayers the angels did sing,

The mountains zenith had an ambient calm,

Like a hazy reverie after a savage storm/

Like a perfect dream from a heart so strong.