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Pan pypes so fevered play'd

Drawing your eye a ways

Liketh pain, bears none

Talisman nor faith

A mere distraction should't be thought

It cometh for heir, the throne of lore

Wander, take limbs and all abroad

Like edified tree, quilt in iron forged

Labour, toil for truth yet be revealed

For it plays costumed, through ill-bitten tongues

Find ye promised, worthy, cause it seek

Then struck elfshot in moments heat

The circles of the wise, shines, ye attract

Then becomes a ring on thy hand

You hour comes and clouds blacken as soot

Thundering words celestial, crushed underfoot!

Thoust strike gods with lightning and curse like names

Praised of strength, oh biblical mane, swept in reason...

Of honored this time and plane thou art...

King...

King...