Amorous searing fingers spurts
Mortal rays woo the lands
Sulphur and brimstone, king of the sky
Terror of crevices, sweat of the bleached sands,
Stir limbs of the fungous time
Fiery from the blue depth
Silvery pilgrim of the riddled shrines,
Hidden grooves, clad thickets, secrets kept;
Adorned with sultry shades
Will stir in warmth till it brims,
Untangled in scented mist
The Eye of the searching beams
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