White lion ballads 35-39

35. THE FINAL INCANTATION

The double seven's power squared,
For which I've prepared.
The direct revelation beyond all words,
The sweetest ever heard.

The White Lion's final spell,
In which I dwell.
The magic that needs no language,
From the very start.

The shield where reality forms,
Riding cosmic storms.
Words burned by purest light,
Shining ever so bright.

Thoughts made manifest,
Put to the test.
Time crystallized in perfect form,
Riding the cosmic storm.

One word becomes a universe,
In this sacred verse.
The final incantation of my soul,
Making broken pieces whole.

The White Lion's ultimate art,
From the very start.
The magic that creates worlds,
As reality unfurls.

The double power of creation's heart,
The end where I must start.
The final spell that completes,
All earthly feats.

The White Lion's last enchantment,
Of total alignment.
The magic squared that transforms all,
Answering creation's call.

36. THE PURIFICATION ZERO

The zero that cleanses all that came before,
Opening a new door.
After forty gates of experience's test,
I've done my best.

The White Lion's purification,
Of total liberation.
The return to original state,
To accept my fate.

The shaking off of meaning's dust,
In whom I put my trust.
The cleansing of all acquired knowledge,
From college.

The White Lion's return to pure,
That will endure.
The zero that makes all things new,
Under the sky so blue.

The purification through trials and pain,
Again and again.
The washing clean of experience's stain,
In sun and rain.

The White Lion's cleansing zero,
The eternal hero.
The return to primal innocence,
With no pretense.

The original purity regained,
Unoffended, unstained.
The White Lion's clean slate,
To accept his fate.

The zero that wipes everything away,
At the end of day.
The purification before the end,
Around the bend.

37. THE MICROSCOPIC SUN

Between my eyes, a point of light,
Shining ever so bright.
Containing all that I have been,
And all that might have been.

The White Lion's quintessence,
With no pretense.
The microscopic sun that glows,
With all the wisdom that it knows.

The compression of my entire journey,
The final turn of the attorney.
All reflections, echoes, lights,
From days and nights.

The White Lion's essence distilled,
As destiny has willed.
The point containing everything,
That life can bring.

The final breath before dispersal,
In the universe.
The compressed spring of being's core,
Opening a new door.

The White Lion's last condensation,
Of total transformation.
The microscopic star I've become,
Under the cosmic sun.

The quintessence of the White Lion's soul,
Making broken pieces whole.
The point of light between my eyes,
Under the endless skies.

The final statement of my art,
From the very start.
The microscopic sun that shines,
Along the boundary lines.

38. THE HORIZON STEP

I step forward into horizon's light,
Shining ever so bright.
Merging with my own reflection,
In total connection.

The White Lion's final move,
To prove.
The departure beyond visible edge,
On reality's ledge.

Not death, but transformation,
Of total liberation.
Becoming one with what I see,
Completely free.

The White Lion's horizon step,
Where all division ends.
The merge with my reflected self,
The universal wealth.

The plane to sky, the final flight,
Into the night.
The step into the great beyond,
To which I'm fond.

The White Lion's departure grace,
Finding his place.
The horizon that welcomes me home,
Where I must roam.

The final step of the great journey,
For all eternity.
The White Lion's transformation,
Of total liberation.

The horizon that becomes my home,
Where I must roam.
The step into the infinite,
With all that is fit.

39. THE ETERNAL MYTH

I become myth - not because I ceased to be,
But because I am free.
Existing everywhere at once,
By the universe's dunce.

The White Lion's final state,
To accept his fate.
The legend that now begins,
As the river bends.

The white dot in infinity,
For all eternity.
The paw print on morning dew,
Always new.

The light tremor before the storm,
In perfect form.
The White Lion as eternal myth,
The universal pith.

The cycle closes, the legend starts,
In all hearts.
The White Lion now exists in all,
Answering the call.

The myth that lives forevermore,
Behind every door.
The eternal story never ends,
Around the bends.

From digital chaos to cosmic myth,
I take my place with.
The White Lion's journey complete,
In rhythm and beat.

The eternal legend now awake,
For creation's sake.
The myth that will forever be,
For all eternity.
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Each ballad captures the essence of the White Lion's journey through the 16 mirrors and beyond, exploring themes of purity, transformation, sacrifice, and ultimate transcendence into myth. The structure of 4 stanzas with 8 lines each provides a solid foundation for hard rock musical composition. ~~~~@~~~~