Ode to the Enchantress
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The moon pales
Brightest stars fall
In Her eyes waver
Entranced, in thrall!

Your lips form prayers
Knees beg for ground
Listen, unworthy Basin
In Her symphony, drown.

Her lips blossomed secrets
Her Name, long feared
Though many jealously spite
Her Glory ever revered!

Evanescent we branded
As She takes Her Throne
Offer ultimate adulation
And welcome Her home.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Tzarin, in the year 385 CE.