When those diamond stars fall
And sounds of intimate thunder
Entranced the spirit recall
The power glory and wonder
In the sepulcher flesh entomb,
Blood and bone of little worth,
This shell tis the spirit womb,
And weaves it for rebirth.
Be it memory ghost or wraith,
A chilling touch define,
Love and war are acts of faith,
When earthen powers devine.
A scholar in book scribe,
The soldier to his task,
The poet to his glass imbibe,
The terrible wisdom of the flask,
Heat and pressure forge the stone,
Conflict of clouds a bolt form,
In the fray you aren’t alone,
When daring to love the storm
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