Resurrection Eve
Evil loves its ironies
JC's walk away from home
Suffering sees its saviors
Fall again to Rome
Lift and take the parapet
Breathe the wind and sun
Overcome the viper pits
Free the Chosen One
Notice not the countenance
Comes a maiden fair
Led by holy legions
None before compare
Prior souls had burned her
New Rhiannon only loves
Fear no death’s relations
In the glory of her doves
You may have felt her rising
In vibrations far below
A whisper of returning
In the Magdalana’s glow
-Winquind-
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