He dreams of hymns, of dawn's first, silent grace,

The sleeping Guardian of the boundless space.

The mirrors of the seraphic, outer skies.

They float as sentinels, serene and deep,

Witnessing the soul the Light Priest keeps.

For even agents of the Highest Will

Must let the starlight make their purpose still.

He rests within the grace of a star-wrought land.

The cloud beneath him, Aura's softest form,

A sanctuary sheltered from the storm.

The Great Moon watches, \bm{Keter}'s distant light,

Guiding the priest through the celestial night.

And ever present, his Angelic Eyes,

The cloud beneath him, Aura's softest form,

A sanctuary sheltered from the storm.

The Great Moon watches, \bm{Keter}'s distant light,

Guiding the priest through the celestial night.

His friend, the gentle Sleepycat, Does their job, where they are at, To make the little critters fall, In deepest slumber, answering the call

From a magical portal’s gleam, Guided by the power of his book’s spell-dream.

So wait? That’s Amy’s mom!!? She so muscular 😦!!