In writing for the season I hallow this yule that tides.. May thye every darkness be abolished, let her every whim into that dungeoned abyss retire.. To the darkrealm let a legion woes betide.. My everyday is a christmas that sattires.. This aura of agape love is what we transpire.. Feel this beautiful butterfly take its trip as we sit in love to respire.. To celebrate this everyday called christmas let all worries and anxiety expire.. These lines didst his glory illuminatingly inspire.. To sit in his council-of-power is all I aspire.. Agape Love never conspires.. The angels sat to sing his glorious entrance atop those dedicated spires.. As they take their rest, let my honoured comrades (quail, ink&this~page) know that it was they who tucked and torqued this flame within my veins.. Bless my soul oh omnipotent Sire, Selah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem