And you, my Uxie, who mustered
In me a new fervorous drive,
If always in humble verse I lustered
Your joyous lake in pride,
Lend me now sound loud and not clustered,
A grandiose style akin to the flowing tide,
For from your waters the messenger deems
There's no envy to be had of Hippocrene.
Grant me a great, sounding fury,
And not one of fraudulent ruse,
But of a blaring horn of jury
Which ignites my heart and puts it to use,
Grant me a voice of fame's usury
For your people, who Victini bemused;
May this be spread and sung through the Universe,
If such a sublime wish can be fit in verse.
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