Bottled and enchanted
Robed spots of galaxies and peacock purple
What use does your name provide for my life’s purpose?
Enchanted and unbound
Sage of another nurture
Your epithet is the sword
Through which many have come to abhor
Beautiful and sparkling nonsense
Be banished to the outskirts of human conscience
Obtain the key to self-belonging
Ere you find nothing ‘fore the throne of abyssal torment
