siren of electric airwaves
healer of the deformed infirm
butterfly on a mid-spring morn
weaver of all safety nets
under crystal skies
you open gateways
for lost souls
on the road to Elysium
angel muse
silent whisperer
clothed in brilliant starshine
revealer of the harvest
daughter of the gods
you coax ancient secrets
from flaming pyres
burning eternally
siren of electric airwaves
lead me to your island's shores
dream me into a constellation
or the sand between your toes
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