Sozokai

TO THE FOUR One can never leave her seed, Just a wisp can fate mislead. Four sisters of the twilight sky, Combined between and made a lie. Single, starry moment - wrapped, Perfect plate was built and strapped. * * * To the first the muses sing, In her golden twilight ring. Rigid is her saint domain, Dead, yet life dares not restrain. Set herself around the core, Of the hell, still pulsing sore. Wrapped around and took her living, As the mother, all-conceiving. Terra, mater magna! Second sister, blue in fading, Laid down on - her sister bathing. Set herself upon two thirds, Over surface stretched white birds. Hers, the pow