How many times must stars fall upon you
in the coming tide of ones lost in truth?
Bare you the scar of a goodly martyr
that you fall in line with the darkness of ether?
Blessed be the hands of those whom you drew
to the follies and fodder of yours, untrue.
Blessed be their hands and blessed be they,
whom you unrighteously led so far astray!
Send for me, that I may soar to your call
and end your deception, once and for all.