mistress-light:

C R Y S T A L L U S 

O’er rotted Soil, under blighted sky, A dread Plague the Wicked hath wrought. In the Light of the Gods, Sword-Sworn at his Side ‘Gainst the Dark the King’s Battle is fought. From the Heavens high, to the Blessed below, Shines the Beam of a Peace long besought. “Long live thy Line, and this Stone divine, For the Night when All comes to Naught.” 15:2 “Nadir”