Des quatre coins



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.



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