“The Deity”

Fireflies came from thy opaque place,
Roam from west to east, search, quested none,
Flying with two little wings, faith and knowledge,
Died tired in his journey, but still doing for the best,
Thy ambition is restless rather than fanatical;

Midnight of April bloom, and chilling it was,
Him was sleepy and was dreaming off, while lying in his nest,
For the moon has never beam, but not hindrance him to dream,
And the star has never rise,
but him feel brighter eyes of maiden his dream came from part apart,
For the dawn thy sun has rise to the peak of mountain,
Mourning hays grow up and flowers bloom,
Him still at his nest and was thinking off,
Whose the maiden in his dream thy wings seraph from heaven spear his heart to her,
Him foresight that dreams came true,
Except the maiden in his dream depart away from him;

There was many beautiful maiden come out from west,
Their beauty served them best,
That would gladly to be wooed by him,
But often fail find love for it,
And was came out from his nest,
To find lost love of him, with a love that was more than love that was stronger than far than the love of those were older than him;

And was the maiden come out from east,
With a smile in her lips, so radiant her eyes,
So stately her form, so lovely face,
That she live no other thought than to loved and to be love by him,
And would be the deity of his heart…