A storm appears on the dawn sky..
blazed with thunder, lightning and wind...
The Sun God had not risen from his slumber
nor the maiden moon to her resting place..
Alas, dark horses ripped open the silent night
and spilled the pearls of ruby drops..
shatters from the mother hand and lay slain
with treasure of life within a shell...
Lay behold like autumn leaves..
yet green and golden lay side by side
at busy streetside where men walketh
unnoticed by the common eyes..
The Saga of the Saga seeds..
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