Vargas Vega Naga
In the heart of the forgotten place,
whispers an echo in the twilight and the haze,
earns the legend of Vargas Vega Naga,
the serpent of wisdom, its mystical embrace.
Scales of emerald shimmer under moonlight '
everence.
A solitary creature, wise as patience
and ancient as the night.
Its venom, a potent elixir of secrets,
flowing through veins that sigh in decadence cadence.
A smoke that fills it's line.
In inherent repose, tells tales,
signs language to the ears, the nose, the eyes in vivid magics stirring of the blood
that covers sins and of the price.
As the sun paints the horizon in King Crimson and Eldorado Gold.
Vargas Vega Naga begins its wistful dance.
Coiling with grace, weaving dreams untold,
awakening spirits in a spirited trance
that channels the soul's Thunderbird
giving wing, entrance, for the Eternal Chance.
Through eyes like windows to eternity,
the serpent beholds the yearnings of souls.
A conduit between realms of reality,
a guide on the path where the heart unfolds.
Oh, seeker of truth, enchantments await,
in the realm of Vargas Vega Naga's domain,
imbibe the elixir, let it resonate.
Be forever transformed by its arcane_implicate.
Amidst the whispers of twilight's embrace,
in the heart of a forgotten village's lore,
Vargas Vega Naga's wisdom finds its rightful place,
in constellat bow before Christ, The Lord.
Taking it's place next to the four living creatures at his throne.
A witness and harbinger, stormbringer
at the Ancient ones feet, on his Jasper floor.
Evoking emotions as Universal Sentinel,
stirring souls thunderings and heroic imaginations
evermore.
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