Bound to He

Lalalala sang the lark in the meadow

Swiveling in the melting breeze

Glistening eyes as a crystalline night

So prowled the lord, the lord of the meadow

So pale and graceful, a sliver of moon

Silent the step of the angel of shadow

Lithe and silken the whisper of wing

A price of a life, that was his boon

The stars within blue of a midnight hue

Lanced through the soul, new cords quickly sewn

Inviting the fragrance of spirit so fair

A star of its own that within the world flew.

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