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Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
collecting the tragedies still.
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind,
carried my cross to the hill.

And how I lust for the dance and the fire,
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink.
Spill me the wind and its fire,
to steal from the colors - I'm the moonshield.

Shattered hope became my guide,
and grief and pain my friends.
A brother pact in a blood-ink penned,
declared my silent end.

Naked and dying, under worlds of silent stone,
reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone.






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