In our heyday
Dusky spells so easy
Like hearth and ritual
Praises claimed by an age
But brought back
Careworn all else this hush
With tailing long since
Praises claimed by an age
Raise high
Purveyor of liht
Praises claimed by an age
Serpentine
In the heart of cinders spent
Everlasting in the horror
As all men fall, occupied
Good, gracious stroke