A race of perfect beings
Clad perfectly in white,
Striving towards a point
Perpetually out of sight
In the world above.
Bent and broken vessels
Stained in scarlet red,
Only bitter, twisted dreams
Resting in their heads
In the world below.
Colours of the universe
Hang off their mismatched forms,
Falling through infinity,
Forever to be reborn
In the world between.
Three circles in the darkness,
Three planets in the sun,
One mind to control them,
Three worlds are only one,
Evermore.
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