LYNCH
Lynch In the flashing of the star that shines Halfway up the man-made pinnacle Trained to tame the heat within
Between the forest's densest leaves
Twinkling in pale dark pools
As something sings a mystery
In a cave of crystal and gold
Like the depths of ancient mines
A silver prince hides what holds love
To turn the heart, embrace the frost
By alchemists whose potions are
The words ensconced in beams of light.
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