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Silent Shroud
The bells are singing,
Chant of Pride.
"Follow path to wood's cleared light!"
so softly spoken-
I spill sighs on sight.
Heavy moon-birth
shadowed in night
Hips sway accord, harmony's plight.
Wide stump holds
lone candle, there
Pale Sanctity in prayer, eye-height.
Sends wisdom'd word-
whispered to wind, this night.
One burning glow,
wick dance is slow.
I yield knees, ceremonious echo...
Peace to its shine,
blind, but for its hold.
flame's silent shroud is all that I know.
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