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The essence of beauty, sheer joy the sight,
this weaving of wonders, this congress of light.
An astral conception, Incantation Faire,
hand sculpted gestures, alive in the air.
Elemental state craft directing the birth,
awakening dreamers to dance with the earth.
Till darkness' end the dancers conspire,
to enter the void and blaze in white fire.
Swirling shadow, the melding's ethereal daughter,
protecting this spark from void's stygian water.
For when one becomes many, and the many are one,
There is nothing in Heaven that cannot be done.
This chorus, enchantment's harmonious ark,
such a beautiful spell, all alone in the dark.
Copyright(c) 1993 Joseph J. Harding III
Feb 11, 1993
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