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Sparkle in the horizon crimson

fades the setting sun

First-born in the darkness unveiled

glowing the light unseen

Of five times encountered spatial angles

they have spoken, the Eldest Ones

Sacrifice too high to conceive

Phosphorescent or blind in the night

Last one before the morning rising

Two-faced at the gates of dawn

One for the blind to stray

One for those on their way

with eyes gleaming, minds alight