Amazingly I exist

Of Gold crafted, finely formed
Yet, Tender in its Embrace, this Flame.
That once raged free,
Roaming on tender embrace
Small, quietly yet, the tender embrace
Yet, enmeshed, surrounding in fine wrought dew
This the quest at last ended
Of Raging Titanic God and feeble man
In Tartaerian Abyss Locked
an eternity away,

An yet, out of lowering doom,
Arises yet a new form,
In the quiet zephyric dawn,
Caught in the sweet embrace of the first dawn
Of God and Man united, the age old daemons
At rest, at last, breathe the dawn,
See the new form,
I.

I exist with the heart of man
And the thought of Gods
in Glib candour
The Tartaerean chasm here I cleave thee
the war is dust. The battle unsung
Here lie a thousand in blissful sleep
of past deeds to ashes remove
Their souls caught up in manors bright.
of saints and angels administer
In Omnia Veritas hominem Veritas
In quiet triumph, I stand.
The new dawn Breaking anew
The truth, a calm stream,
that flows by laughing