In Cycles Driven

Those fateful words with the
rational burn of Hecate in flames
a tortured sojourn

the wallows of doubt and
questions within the realm of this
dream now forsaken

the sun always sets with the
coming of night and dreams are reborn
in fancy's own flight

the unbloodied child of whisper's
lost fury has found her way
into the web

and upon the night's altar with
the sacrifice given, for joy, dawn's
light reawakened

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