Help with my poem

[*Magick* Mage]

And thus heeded by a beckoning call,
Thou vacant eyes, stained with but one tear,
As such a chilling mood grows much too near,
Thy mind be torn from any glance
And thus upon the moon of Fall
Thou shall be fallen in a trance.

:D

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[Pew446]

And thus heeded by a beckoning call,
Thou vacant eyes, stained with but one tear,
As such a chilling mood grows much too near,
Thy mind be torn from any glance
And thus upon the moon of Fall
Thou shall be fallen in a trance.

:D

Holly stuff. You got some mighty fine lines.