As the sun falls a dusk, giving into a night's metamorphosis Of a chilling breath and dream, like a slumbering Morpheus As the dark shade of my mind spins of cloaked poetic wool With vermilion ink from the cistern's well As my muse awakens my passionate gaze And from the pyres of ashes my soul arises Reborn and writing in script of sensual horizons From embers of lost love to the valley in
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