Fury sacred
Inspiration naked
Flame of spirit risen
New morning ever given
Divine will to create
None shall stop this date
Will be done
Ecstatic rhyming tongue
Honey, sweetened voice
Come, is there choice?
Strength, standing hand
Softly caress the land
Cycle, will of one lone
Oak never full grown
Storm wind’s wail, ever cry
Soaring will to never die
Sanction to not be sought
Choice to not be thought
Honour’s thrusting song
Poetic frenzy ever long
Inspiration, will to be
Single eye, lone decree

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