The black god, invisible in the night,
holding a golden knife,
and a diamond shield.
The silver rod, Dazzling in the light,
protects heartbreak and strife,
Standing in a dreaming field.
Daylight dreaming, purest retreat,
Strikes with a onyx whip,
Held by a topaz handle.
Silvernight's seeming, stricken by defeat,
As fear begins to nip,
Burning by flame of candle.
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