Star directing Magi steeds
Across streetless dunes
Above streakless skies
Where Djinn sets hide
Their camels’ two-lidded eyes flaunt
Sand immunity, but they are blind
To the profound end of their jaunt
Night cowers before that animate fire
Time senses dawning a new empire
Guides them toward a byre
Where a King retires
In hay, humbly attired
His curls gold-wired
A child God-sired
Will raise the dead at Bethany
Will rise from death on day three
East of the epiphany
The Prince of Easter feasts
The peach for which a goddess reaches
The doer of miraculous deeds
His vast reaches
His last riches given unto us
His Mars Venus
He opens the book of Days
He marks rightways through the maze
His palms trace the height of the maize
He calls up the sun over elysian plains
At pains to dismantle the false mysteries of Eleusis
Lures for fish, this fisher of men’s souls cannot condone it
He controls outcomes
His short demise divides the times
Those to come from those behind
They split along anno domini
Us and them, betwixt a line.
Alchemisland 
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