We soared as one, our wings did brush the sky,
And touched the spheres where distant heavens lie,
O spirit of the dawn, I call to you—
Bright angel, Lucifer, of morning's hue.
The gods have erred; their fate is turned to dust,
For time, a poison, eats away at trust,
Now Eden burns, consumed by cruel flame,
Its beauty lost, no longer can it claim.
Yet do not weep, O angel of the light,
For in my heart, your memory burns bright,
Come, speak to me, and let your voice be heard,
Bestow on me the light from heaven's word.
Tell me of past, and spread your wings again,
Wash them in blood, the dawn’s eternal stain,
For in the crimson hue, a new day wakes,
And in your flight, a brand-new world remakes.
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