A Krystal Deep in Darkest Mine

Mark the day, and call the stars, best of songs, the song is ours.

A Krystal deep in darkest mine 
Brighter than the brightest shine. 
Sharpest cut from ancient earth 
Stars awake from mystic birth.
Spoken of in whispered lore, 
Hidden deep in flaming core.
Dancing fairies mark the way, 
Say the name and children play. 
Poor the man who never sees, 
Seraphs only dream of these. 
She the art of Artist’s hand, 
Starlight on the blessed man. 
Chosen to, his fire fresh,   
Wrap the precious gem in flesh. 
Kill to keep his treasure sure, 
Strong the scent, his honey pure. 
Ring the bells the treasure found, 
Wake the nymphs, aloud the sound,
Mark the day, and call the stars, 
Best of songs, the song is ours. 


                    — joey shaw