Mirak

Lovely Mirak calls
Servants to her
Claim where people
Found a lid of
Cohesion starlight
In the crucial event
Nearer now than
Ever before
Bespattered with
The glory of her
Service to travel there
And quarter amongst
The nightfall hills
Showered by the light of
Several shadow red
Moons and the fainter
Light of the distant
Second star settling low
To glimpse beyond
The silent lightness of
The splendor of
Her unearthly
Ways lay claim
To me in
Separate revolution
Serve the people
Of our own
Single
Lustered
Star.