(from 'the early years'...)
Indian Ring
Blinding beams of morning's sun
Penetrates the room
Rainbow rays filter through
Last eve's stormy gloom
Reigning in the day
Gazing upon my ring
Casting life through the haze
Quietly into being
Powerful eye of scarlet glow
Gold blazen pupil gleam
Blue sapphires gather round
Clustered in violet dream
Life flowing through the panes
Breathing hot, intense flames
Silver setting harboring god stone
Flying arrow engraves the word
Reflects the sun god they have seen
From now, a foreign world.
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