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obsidian
listless obsession in c sharp
keening with soul
the obsidian bloom
colored by life grows more splendid
soulful redemption with an eye for the beautiful
even among the darkness
a lone thistle pricking the conscious of occult followers
wandering the void she cries out to those listening
where vipers play
where the lost have been lost so long--
they've forgotten their names
few tread here even devils shiver at the thought
she comes and brings the sun with her
the collective waits for her
they are hers and she theirs
the forgotten and cast aside
travelers who've lost their way through the infinite
walk through her heart's door coming out the other side
whole
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