i crawl into darkness and echoes scream old ghosts swirling as ancestors sing then he lays a hand upon my bleeding heat and a resounding stillness shocks me still
light breaks through dawn and yet i lay feeling his rest burning down shame what a gift to witness a dark king rising even as he yet dances deep in dreams
patience says the goddess and i sigh tr…
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