Those on the road wailing at the stars
came to the crossroads and met eyes smoldering
a smile and a promise of the world
if only the long journey down to the fire
At sabbath of a red dawn the first ritual
smoke over all the world
carried to the sky and poured out in offering
Then the fragments left to waste away
alongside memories of the torn apart
scattered to the winds and hoped to be forgotten
Now footfalls in the shadow
and nothing to tell of return or journey onward
only the soft whispering of a spellbound witness
blind to the broken chains laid at the foot of the altar
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