I saw a rare and wondrous creature—
she abducted light, bounteous treasure,
in a war-fight. The light was a beacon
captured, burgeoning between sickle horns,
then carried to a glister-castle she would build,
night-bower all aglow, mysterious, adorned.
Then, over the eastern roof came a marvel
known well to earth dwellers. He took to his breast
the treasure-hoard and sent to her bed,
deprived of power, the hapless marauder.
Heart-weak, the creature sadly rambled west.
Dust flared up to heaven, dew fell to earth,
night moved on. Nor could any man say, after
she departed, where that lustrous wonder roamed.
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