Chimera Conquest.

An eternal fire.
Technicolor to my mind.
Vesta, my soul embody.
Tending to the flame, and
burning the pine.
I see visions of Gideon.
A bright white light; red, green, blue.
With filbert at hand,
I dream slaying you.


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