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The smell of camphor in the dark

Her heart has bled dry

For days I've sought the cause

My fight is true

Bridges burn to light the way

Never have I yearned for something more

Luck be with me this day

Affront the spirit

Cinder ablaze

Ashen and Hesitant

Wearing vengeance upon my face

Reanimate

Here in the garden of ice

no one fears the snake

Sigh in the shadows of the setting sun

Obsidian encrusted face

Cautious of your every move

Watching over his dominion as does the nesting loon

Blanch at the azure gaze of the chosen one

For he holds the knowledge to set the world undone

Suppress the voices

Prevent regret

Broken yet immaculate

Displaying vigilance in you place

it's not too late

Reanimate