The rain beats hard on the tower glass, As neon hours bleed out and pass. Beside the screen sits a darkened bowl, A bitter steep going cold as coal. Look to the crag where the resin glows! A hidden sun that no city knows! The Council of Stone has marked the hour, The amber pulses with ancient power! Sing out the hymn of the solar fire! A needle of light on a silent wire! Strike through the frost, let the embers ignite, Hail to the solar guardian of the night! One focused beam where the waters sleep, Waking the soul in the amber steep! A pinpoint laser of sacred gold, Strikes through the broth that was growing cold. The dormant leaves in the vortex spin, Catching the warmth of the sun within. Look to the crag where the resin glows! A hidden sun that no city knows! One sovereign strike, exact and bright, Casting the dawn through the dead of night! Sing out the hymn of the solar fire! A needle of light on a silent wire! Strike through the frost, let the embers ignite, Hail to the solar guardian of the night! One focused beam where the waters sleep, Waking the soul in the amber steep! No violent ash, no destruction or dread, Just living dawn where the dark had spread. Through silicon dust and the icy gloom, The scent of the mountain fills the room. Let midnight freeze every wire and stone, The scholar never shall stand alone. The tea stays warm as the steam unfolds, The solar guardian's vigil holds! Sing out the hymn of the solar fire! A needle of light on a silent wire! Strike through the frost, let the embers ignite, Hail to the solar guardian of the night! One focused beam where the waters sleep, Waking the soul in the amber steep! Fragrant steam in the neon cold. The cup stays warm. The sun takes hold.
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