A new sky
A crystal clear horizon
A cold wind blowing softly
Frosty grasses, cloudy breath
Peaceful, after the tumult of the night
It was as if the gates of heaven
Had tumbled open
And all the gods
of lilac, green and crimson
Light and darkness
Falling down upon the sky
Danced between the poles
To the music of the stars
Today the air is golden
And the silent Raven
wears his mantle of joy
Painted with the colours
of paradise,
Remembered in his sheen.
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