I once did glide on Solar winds, but transfixed by Your magnetosphere
Let not our humble Sacrifice be scorned by Heaven forever.
Feathered fronds above Green the light diffusing through This September morn.
Unflappable, calm, Immensely practical, smooth, Crossed, rampaging bull.
Sleazy elder god Crouching by the door, hungry For angry wishes.
From Doctor Strange: Surgeon Supreme #1: