Festival
of light.
Cloth
covering face,
Darkness
a disgrace,
When
light is gone,
Shedding
no hope upon.
So
call the sun,
To
restore some fun,
Bring
light to live,
Renewed
energy to give.
High
upon the mount,
We
deftly cavort about,
And
worship her deity,
Blessing
all, her gaiety.
Deep
mid winter,
Light
barely a splinter,
Raising
the eternal dawn,
Where
we be reborn.
Icy
cold winds blow,
Nothing
stirs or grows,
But
we have burning need,
Our
hungry bellies to feed.
A
haunted wasteland creeps,
New
brilliance, beneath sleeps,
To
push a nexus boom,
Far
out into this room.
No-one
can yet deny,
Oh
how hard I try,
To
fill up from within,
The
spirit this light's givin'.
Go
no more away,
Be
my guardian stay,
To
illuminate, I'll pray,
Your
light return each day.
'Queen
of my heart.'
Miranda.
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