Lo! rising from her bosom drew; runes breathing
of her worth. Each bright blossom mingled scent
with flowers which thus never bloomed on earth.
Gaia, hence who unites earth, air, fire and water;
wailed thus through slaughter and the rampage.
“Lest daylight fades from golden sun; water runs
thorough rouge and dun. Restless as thus veering
wind gushing around mountain heath. Lo! release
the earth consumed with fire; tinged brittle sticks
of thorn and briar.”
Credence rose from where she stood;
Lo! thick as foliage of lustrous woods.
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