May the eye of her needle
Be passed through by the camel
My beast is ready
And eager to ride
May the comfort of her robes
Cover my animal
The temple of her refuge
Is warm inside
May I sail my vessel
Into her power
And not be tossed
By her storm
May I know the nectar
Of her flower
And be one with the flower
I will be the thorn
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Magus
(Kevin Trent Boswell)
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