None can say they walked with her.
Ashes and dust stirring.
Goes on, this queen.
Images of sparks from whence she stirs,
Never to be woken?
Even as the walker I question this.
Into the long unknown I stroll.
So the bridge she builds so easily,
Intertwined as laurels.
Before the gods,
Yesterday becoming tomorrow.
Lasts the night as
Long?
Am I to be she, awoken?
Ashes and dust stirring.
Goes on, this queen.
Images of sparks from whence she stirs,
Never to be woken?
Even as the walker I question this.
Into the long unknown I stroll.
So the bridge she builds so easily,
Intertwined as laurels.
Before the gods,
Yesterday becoming tomorrow.
Lasts the night as
Long?
Am I to be she, awoken?
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