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Sent upon its majesty the colored glass remains 

Broken shards of sweetest dreams 

Of popes, concubines and kings 

Light shines and dances 

Creating Northern Lights 

Buried deep within the mind 

As the prism takes its flight 

Unbeknown to many 

Selected few unsure 

Of such existence merits 

Textbooks of forgotten lore 

On the misted Isle it stays 

Treasured through the years 

As time and lands unwind 

As society sheds its tears.