Akira
Over the sun, the robed angel,
She sat on her giant throne,
Turning the days with her soft hand,
Her ring would reflect onto the eyes.
Of her followers as they watched her,
She sat many milleniums turning,
The day to night, but the cruelty of man,
Left the blonde seraphim ravished.
She fell off her high throne,
She plunged into the ocean,
And left a rainbow in her wake.
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