balladeer of moons
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Commemorating Good Friday
Your light shall break forth like the dawn,
As the heavens burn with tigers' eyes.
You will engrave with fire across the skies
And rain mercy on the children of light.
Though you wore the scarlet cloak of shame,
Great King -- and held the scepter of pain,
Even since the most ancient of days,
Your mercy falls like sweet spring rain.
Though spat on and struck with reeds,
Great Conqueror of Death -- (and sowed
most bitter grain),
Even since the most ancient of days,
Your mercy falls like sweet spring rain.
As the heavens burn with tigers' eyes.
You will engrave with fire across the skies
And rain mercy on the children of light.
Though you wore the scarlet cloak of shame,
Great King -- and held the scepter of pain,
Even since the most ancient of days,
Your mercy falls like sweet spring rain.
Though spat on and struck with reeds,
Great Conqueror of Death -- (and sowed
most bitter grain),
Even since the most ancient of days,
Your mercy falls like sweet spring rain.