The Consortium


A thousand years

Has passed again

And so

The comet nears

The priests prepare

The virgin lass

And now

The god appears

They play together

In the sun

He looks

Within her heart

And finding what

He’s looking for

He knows

He must depart

The comet circles

‘Round the sun

The god

Soon disappears

And harvest

Is delayed again


Thousand years


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