Heaven's Infinite Stage
An amber moon rises...
Hanging at the Edge of the World.
Against that oily old black sky;
Heaven's Infinite Stage.
Its Grace is old and precise.
A curious, hue of Cyclopean pyres,
slicing the Waning Orb, high!
It emerges to start the Ancient Night.
A cycle as old and eternal as Time.
As inevitable as Death.
As the empty vault of heaven is illuminated
by the amber moon of winter's Icy Eminence
it waltz's the seas of Dreams. Precise!
Darkness sparkles with the sliver of the sun's reflection...
All are awash on celestial seas,
sparkling crystal waves crash on brilliant shores.
On Heaven's Infinite stage
an amber moon reaches its zenith...
At the edge of
Heaven's Eternal Black Sea!
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