Let the brief of proudest cry
On the soul of God we lay
Messenger of breath in magnolia light,
To her arms we kneel and pray.
To the shrieking ghouls atop the hill,
Prophet or Bardon or Gail to the winds,
Predict the change's, timely, event,
To this soldier, our portent lament.
From this cross of invitation,
Every dreamer on masts of hope,
Save our freedom, that feather'd king;
Keep us harbored neath' thy wing.
Let the Pope in his colorful cantor,
Defy the laws of an insane order,
Be the champion, salvation's decree,
Lest the dead roll on, hung on a tree.
And that wistful sun that shown courtesy,
That your evil sister wore, upon her brow,
Know all too well, the endowed God is known,
Like the earth where-in seeds chaste, sown.
On land our words pure oceans bled:
Suffer quick, the sleep of suffering met;
The fire within that seethes with fury,
Who loves his twin, now frozen century.
Both locked in love, must learn to hate
The revenge of a ruined estate;
One red, one blue, both white:
They turned to hate, and loved despite.
Yeilded flowers rose higher than skies;
The crooked knelt with burnt out eyes,
'Twixt this rare affection, soulful gleam:
They rarely knew, a poor man's dream.
Braided from the tail decried
A man's hope sprung, soul into life,
Shining in the world's eyes:
Both did see, the eternal shine.
The bounty now had ushered in,
Their embrace, knew one dictinction,
Unified, their love was won,
Free and fair, sol' begotton.
Sin, affected by its beauty,
Watched the universe torn entirely,
To bridge the farthest tear in time,
And music saved the soul sublime;
Oh, the great beast of darkness shouts
I know not hate, but love
I know all about.
And so I give you all of my heart
That nature now could play this harp
Of songs of laughter, tears of Joy
Now seeing truth in sister's plot
The boy whose love ne're could
Not be forgotten nor fore-gone
Their love, a pearl outshown the sun,
Beneath this ocean's, Avalon.