Quasar of the old Elysium field,
What lies behind your faithful seal?
What is that makes you seam so real?
What is this power that you now feel?
And you! Fountain of the oldest Pandemonium heal,
Who did your essence now just kill?
Where are your sacred guardians of Paradise?
Which guard your lovely narrow eyes.
Adonis world of Notum spring,
That holds the one Angelic ring,
That he, The One is guarded by amazing Unredemed,
In this Eden atmosphere,
In which all the creatures mime and sing,
What is your destiny among this dream?
