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On the edge of a rampart

Iris fed to a dying fireball

Tall pike in hinges

And eyes on the teething ridge

Guard there is no man

To back the clamor in the east

And the rumbling in the west

No strive to grant unrest

Sirens sharp in arches

In ever simmering streams

Come sever rope

For an amble fall unseen

Sirens sharp in arches

From unbecoming trills

Stems rustling coarse

As the pyres on the hills

There’s a glow, radiating

From iron circles bold

That in brief moments

Made an impeccable force unfold

Guard, the dark has lain

Wretched spans on field and land

It was one who gave and eye

Your fire for the night

Sirens sharp in arches

In ever simmering streams

Come sever rope

For an amble fall unseen

Sirens sharp in arches

From unbecoming trills

Stems rustling coarse

As the pyres on the hills