Near the centre, near Saint Peters,
Stands the Crystal palace,
In the palace, near the silver fountain,
Sleeps our Queen, all in lace.
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Dark waves rise, then race at the shore,
Black nights of the soul.
At sea, pale clouds, and mist, hide memory,
Moments of joy, and sorrow.
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Dancer, spinning in silk, turn to me,
I do burn.
Lady in black, Maid of Fire, burn me,
Come, return.
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Through the waste marched the warriors,
Silent was the band.
In the swift, hot wind, were seen the men,
Quiet in the sand.
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Lady, Queen of Night,
Queen of Day,
Always you do hunt,
Searching for prey.
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Pennants of red, and emerald green, did stream,
Twisting in the dim light.
Shadows fell from the mute, sheer walls,
Hiding all, all from sight.
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Lost, the city stood near the sandy bar,
Circled by walls of stone.
Towers stabbed at the bright, fleeing stars;
Round the deserted keep, alone.
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Few against many, betrayed by fate,
Our line stood,
Men covered in robes of burning scarlet,
With crimson hood.
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Warriors in iron mail, still and ready,
Stood in silence.
A banner of blue, dark blue, blew in the wind.
Above the spears.
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