Mystic Orb
Above the plains the orb abides
The fiend’s hole forever bound
To all the dirt a light ashine
The mystic wind below ‘ll pound
Kind rush to rock ‘ll lie
Orient face to acclaim the eye
Sword in hub cuts in tie
To all a kind amiss a bye
A turn of time the order round
The Kin in call a limb accord
Tree ‘ll sway a thorn found
Grass ‘ll rise to seal the board.
Will descent and take the place
A complete state unite again
Kindred peace all ‘ll trace
The apex end by all ‘ll gain
Copyright © Ezekiel Otiato | Year Posted 2014
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