Ivory white vixen treds 'pon t' land yet 'tis not a vixen but a glorious angel 'er ivory pelt glissens under t' light crystal daggers fall lightly 'pon t' ground as she gates in perfect motion 'er strong tendrons moving in perfect unison creamy trestles float round madly 'er banner flows behind streecking t' sky with golden waves 'tis t' ghost o' For Heaven's Sake yet something unreal 'bout 'er made 'er undescribable long feathered wings lay out stretched as she gates o'er t' tender earth for any who saw this sight would be changed for ever nor could ever fathm t' beauty they saw for this angel tis unreal in life even t' gods could not explain t' beauty o' this angel for she was formed by love 'er crystal daggers carry o'er t' land 'er perfectly formed crest held high yet she wasn't gating she seemed to fly 'er sunkissed body moving in perfect motion to 'er love..........Thera
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