So much magick lays dormant, in so many people, the heavens remember, as the river flows, they understand, so many nests by the river, under the stars, your older brothers and sisters, some care to understand the assignment, and creatures in the abyss, hope to pull you in deep, the earth, this pit of snakes, so many spells are being cast, so many gates, and walls of fire, the arrangement of reality, and the truth that it echoes, on this world, so much fits, I could be honey in a jar, but I've been infected with so many curses, moon in the sky, hoping to ignore it, never greater than the world, doomed to be a dancing puppet, so many old spirits, travel-worn roads, so much is worth respect, a poet trying to be careful, contracts in the sand, what demons and ghosts agree on, under the night, so much is important, rise or fall, we are but men, the heavens, and the stars in the sky, wondering how many times I’ve died, they may not care, but they understand…

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