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    Mr. Sinistrus says:

    "resplendent diamonds gleam within
    magnetic & symmetrical eyes...
    common or uncommon, who tries
    to see through these eyes, is slain.

    he could not blame those wanderers
    castles tempt their minds...
    no maid nor mistresses for his heart
    with magic strings he can bind.

    he could not hold those wanderers
    for wealth they do such care,-
    It was by men of such a mould
    royal virgins wounded were.

    he is hell hound of might
    without beloved mine;
    some of them take offence and fight
    left me tortured poisoned blind...

    in a moment he is gone
    stranger-beloved, do return
    I trimmed the wick, again, again,
    oil is consumed at last.

    riding darkened light we crept
    night after night time slipping past,
    the whole of sight as we wept
    drip slowly down steps so fast

    continuously I watch his way,
    mine eyes are at his door-
    May he come back to me,
    a world contained we both implore

    A message great and new arrived
    from him last night;
    We have received a gift divine,
    from the Giver of all the night-
    "Ask not for a caste-all we invite
    all are accepted here."

    then great radiance reigns all around
    gardens and springs abound;
    there is no other voice or sound
    and all is alive underground"

    July 8th, 2007

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