Bewitch the night with the life you hold
In the quivering breasts of all breathers
The red light that you have cast out, so old
Making a world of all the eons of believers
The stars that sparkle about its reign
So willing to tell tales of their own glories
Becoming planets every now and again
In the red age, they become their stories
The ones that bards spun from below their light
Of long drawn out wars still to bleed from Earth
All the wonders and the holy spaces such a sight
The magic of Time and all its fathomless worth
Aye after tonight the red age has begun
Burning so bright, with the flames of the sun
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