Giver
focus fought fatigue
fixated, a halo
'cross the moon
velvet drapes the wall
black light leads
she lies alone in wait
outstretched and open wide
a crescendo coming near
gifted for a lord
he gives her space
his worth
spoken in tongues of fire
incense burned
lights flickered back and forth
to the rhythm of the wind
her song plays out
echoing thru the secrets
of long lost chambers
she touches his sky
and white clouds blow
beyond her gorget
succumbing inside the outer glow
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