All is seen by the golden eye
The heart’s dark and light
Though mortal man’s judgement’s rushed
The golden eye keeps its thoughts hushed
Six items bear its sight
The seventh leads to insight
Though all have a magic of their own
The strongest is he on the throne
Merciful to those who extend their hand
Powerful to those against him stand
He sees the soul and seeks to save
Always for good, never for gain
Innocence and experience, all in one
Leading to many battles won
And when the times comes to separate
Peace and progress is their fate
