Come join us
'tis an invitation of harmony and mirth
where the white wolves roam
But for angels on high
they oversee
direction of the bright cosmos light
Although we face a threatening hand
reaction time kicks in from eternal instinct
And after light emerges from shadows
redirecting for a purpose
The summation of all colour
with its parts
strikes down through the realms
and into the guardians in flight
From such beauteous backdrop
they embrace.
And through them the colours flow
into the realms they uphold
Into lands where man may walk,
and realms where the white wolves roam
Gothic angels on high
converse with extravagant love Goddesses
Whose only desire is to restore the balance.
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