A magician came from the south,
Traveler of vast horizons,
He came one day without notice
Bringing with him wind, sand and stars.
Words all golden out of his mouth
Could mold from any one season
With deep power forged in pain twice
Legacy of his avatar.
Radiant silver tides rode in suite,
Singing the words of the world song,
In clear voices of angel pure
Telling the tales of ages past.
A floating scent, oh honey sweet,
Projecting an aura so strong
To any harm it was a cure,
For before her no evil lasts.