Zeráfiel, resplendent in argent robes,
Enters a tinted world of amber haze,
Roams fleetingly across fiery fuchsias,
Abandoning their wrath for azure grace.
Faithless and flightless upon ochre sands-
Iridescent wings of indigo flair
Entangle with mirages of lush lands-
Lost in lilac spirals of falling air.
Zilthé, hidden within fugilin folds,
Invisible, but for a moment, thirsts,
Longingly to glimpse the bright evenstars
Timelessly reveal themselves to witness
How perfectly Zeráfiel's argent robes
Endlessly match Zilthé's fugilin folds.
---The End. Tribute to Zerafiel---
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