A'masked by only the illusion,
I draw my sword,
And pin it down;
The vision is strong.
Bowing before my Invisible Lord,
My wings are the longest I've ever seen.
My stature braves a kneel with my wings covering long, a strong and hearty back.
My head is hung just a little too low,
As I hold it in some shame that I have failed,
And only failed myself;
I know my lord will not judge.
The Lion.
Appeared.
Whom is Me, and yet not?
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