We’ve been holding the gates, the rift,
Watching through the lifting mist,
For spirits unknown lone to rise,
Scorch the Earth, sever ties;
Lo! What a surprise for our eyes,
To see, waiting, on the other side,
Our own forms, reaching through,
Amber hue and Azure Blue,
Crimson scars and Golden stars,
Shining true the same as ours.
Portal (6)
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