Into the lands of Avalon,

bordering the edge of Capulon,

decidedly strung upon,

come on sun,

not much fun,

to be wrung from that dry lantern,

alienic aurora being,

angelic disciple of light,

comes from flight,

descended upon the mountainous red rocks,

colliding with space rocks,

cosmic dude.

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