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I'd like to know if ya'll like it. It was written for someone special and I would like to know how it might be received.
#32 Ethereal Tune
From the void comes forth a melody that sends shivers down into the very depths of the soul that sustains the cosmos. Life springs forth from the pure notes that split and rend the darkness and pull with them a light most unnatural. Phoebus lays down his lyre when upon the world this music comes. Fairest Diana weeps at the beauty that now compels Euterpe to come and learn at the knee of the musician that now has called wisdom into the mortal plane. Mars and his blade crumble before you. The sun glows a bit brighter now and burns but a little stronger. Diamonds and their prismatic rays are dull beside she who has so blessed existence. All of the birds of the past, present, and future give ear to this most marvelous of wonders. Stars sigh and then begin to dance across the expanse of the heavens under the grip of an entrancing spell beyond description. A flute of light inspires the greatest of all of the world’s wisdoms in all who even so much as draw close. She who is the binder of all of creation is beyond the ability of the mortal tongue to praise. Her eyes are alight with a grace at once so fierce and passionate so as to be without reckoning and at the same time kinder than any that have existed in the annals of history. That which is the work of her hand rises in immortality and defies the laws that usually hold things in their grasp. Mistress of the muse and lord of music yours is the ability to raise from nothing and form perfection. Your cloak drapes the realms and calls for a peace everlasting. Divinity is moved to tears of sadness, joy, contrition, and amazement as their hearts are transported to a realm so far above what even they can dream of and imagine. Conduit of such splendor, everything is yours by virtue of your wisdom, skill, beauty, and might. When all has gone the faintest haunting cords will hang in the air and recall immortal glory woven by your will.
