Ma-

don-

na

light,

the

hy-

per

spee-

ding,

car-

essed

the

new-

born,

with

a

tear,

of

mis-

ty

wind-

fields,

crys-

tal

plains,

and

all

the

ma-

gic

of,

day-

break...

The

vir-

gin

dream,

a

haun-

ting

taste

of,

cel-

tic

love

joys,

warm

at

court,

wi-

thered

ri-

vers,

and

pain-

ted

streams,

cut

deep

the

sweet

va-

gi-

na...

Oh

yes

the

lords,

the

mon-

ied

mer-

chants,

the

feud-

a-

li-

stic,

jes-

ter

slave,

walk

deep

be-

tween,

these

walls

of

stone,

in

a

fa-

ding

sky,

pul-

sa-

tion...

De-

scen-

ded

veil,

of

re-

sur-

ec-

tion,

A-

gri-

col-

a's

gran-

ite

tomb,

the

blood

of

Pict,

in

all

its

fu-

ry,

died

by

a

thou-

sand,

eyes...

And

dead-

ly

is,

the

stage

which

stag-

nates,

calm

be-

fore

a

ra-

ging

storm,

the

hands

and

nails,

fro-

zen

black,

by

twi-

light

stri-

ipped

of,

sin-

ew...

Sin-

ews

splin-

tered,

splen-

dor

crack-

led,

swir-

ling

for-

est,

cas-

tle

ride,

funn-

eled

through,

ma-

gen-

ta

hall-

ways,

hell

was

bu-

ut

the,

froth...

Toth

the

I-

sis,

chi-

ld

knew,

as

mo-

ther's

milk,

had

come

from

ma-

gic,

pipes

of

spice,

and

fi-

re

fly,

dia-

monds

o-

of

the,

light-

ning...

Light-

ning

dia-

mond,

fest-

i-

val,

of

dra-

gon

fi-

re,

crick-

et

strings,

leaf

per-

cu-

ssion,

look-

ing

glass,

far

be-

neath

the,

ground

man!