Of times ethereal,
when space was filled with gassy droughts
and planes material
were only fetus within clouds
Spirits of the starlight sacred
mirrors in the karma’s face bled,
I call upon your divine guidance –
the starsky alignment – clairvoyance,
prove the dark you are supreme
with your bright stellar stream.
among the shores of ancient seas
rose a legendary queen,
born of light, raised in peace.
mystic as the dawn of time
was home for one who couldn’t stand
war, hatred, pain and crime.
whose past is mystery and mist.
A fortuneteller who can whirl
your own future on her wrist.
Roaming in the deserts, fameless,
her mystic eyes in cloak in hidden
clanless, lonesome, running nameless,
duty, beyond the sky is ridden.
Dancing with profound silence,
hearing what cannot be heard,
the stars are her unflinching guidance,
psychic, with a holy word.
Silent star, holy star
is your soul’s avatar.
Walking through a battle region,
seeing soldiers taking rest,
there she met the Heart of Legion
and Angela began her quest.