A Psalm for Lost Gods

Dew dripping from the beard of the wizard king

Condensated breath from a brisk winter’s walk

It is all towards

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Longing for a love that could never be

Dragon stars guide the finger’s wavering

To retrace divine lust with earthen chalk

It is all towards

A prime mover shines incandescently

From The Apocrypha of Madoc by Yana Madoc, translated by Pychyanas of Felltyde