Eat of the cymbals, drink of the drum.
Celestial mystics, force a kingdom come.
Libation falls, deliver cosmic troth.
Immaculate sons, silent mother hands her cloth.
Pearlescent miracles, dancers of galactic shadow.
Symphony darkens, performing shifty lasso.
Emulous chorals, sound from their fabled stage.
About the Creator
Sam Vela
High Chief Creative Writer and Editer of the Magic Man fiction writers club of Texas. Self appointed and self initiated!
++ to never forget a desire for music, but to forget a career in accounting++
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