Long Live The King Of Light.

An Angel Told Me.

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Is It My Gold
That Laces The Fading
Crimson Skies Of Dusk?
Make Way,
As I Ride
On My Way,
To Retrieve It.

Is It My Jewels
Whose Brilliance
Shine Like Morning Stars
Suspended, In The Deep Velvet
Skies Of The Night?
Make Way, Let Me Show You
What They Mean To Me.

The Gold Is The Wisdom,
Acquired From Past Misgivings.
It Is My Memory,

My Reminder,
That I Was Humbled,
By Divine Love.
That I Was Forged In Fire,
And Clothed In Majesty.
The Setting Sun,
Gave Me Her Warmth
So I May Sit
In Kingly Comfort
Come, The Cold Winds Of Nightfall.

Up In The Night Sky,
The Jewels Of Galaxies
Near And Far,
Remind me That
I Was Quenched In Ice,
To Be Divine.
That I Was Enriched…