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Deceived by the ind, chaos captured Her child

The dark took Her son The young brilliant one

The Mo

ther’s bright child, at first overjoyed,

Was soon overwhelid void

Her unwary offspring, consumed with remorse,

Could not escape the mysterious force

Chaos would not free Her rash progeny

But just as the dark pulled him into the cold,

The Mother woke up, reached out and caught hold

To help Her recover Her radiant son,

The Mother appealed to the pale shining one

The Mother held tight And kept hiht

She welcomed him back, Her lover of old,

With heartache and sorrow, Her story She told