Oh seer-- please giveth' thus honor,
for I am a seeker,one who triumph with hope,
take from thee all that is greater then darkness;

Oh heart of warrior-- taketh' the invisible palm,
a reach of arising souls,
carry upon all portal gates of faith;

Oh seer-- seize my unwanted,
for you have awaketh' divine trust,
long my hope-- thee eternal heart;

Oh soul of vengence-- leaveth' upon thy
mannered king, for it will abolish,
wanderer of sacred phantom, convey all hate,
thereof' you are a master beyond descent;

Oh seer-- my blood is pure,
for you a massive orb of beauty,
within thus formal nature,
thunder thy holiness upon
my sinical sanctum;

Oh divine queen-- beautify thy flow of my heart,
a stream of worthy waters, follow thus sign
amongst superior of all;

Oh seer-- grasp upon thus belief,
a portrait of royal prophets,
paint thy color upon burnt ash,
sprinkle amongst haven shadows;

Oh master of salvation-- I praise upon with
all greater vines, salvage all that has
shielded thy bright light,
called upon me with whispered sounds,
leaveth' with thee, my trinity of sincere loyalty;

Love has revealed;
Faith has concealed;
Hope has healed;


Copyright ©2003 Joann Marie Santos


 
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