Star of the Magi
commands with brightness,
demands: “Come, at once.
Discover my prize.”
Travel by night through
desert sands, beaming trance.
Follow enchantment’s call.
Cold is no foe, compels faster exercise,
rapid ride through broad expanse.
Heat of passing Sun provides
diurnal comfort for sleep.
Arise to fall with winter dark’s deep blessing.
Attuned to robust far light’s potent message.
Promise of epic epiphany soon to keep.