
Resting in ash of eons long ago, bones of black canes
Within the folds of a future so close, an ancient heart
Surrounding the shadows, carried torches.
Meeting the other in their own world, courageous.
Back into the realm of choice, your arrival.
Resting in ash of eons long ago, bones of black canes
Within the folds of a future so close, an ancient heart
Surrounding the shadows, carried torches.
Meeting the other in their own world, courageous.
Back into the realm of choice, your arrival.
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