Eyes aghast, some people gather near,
And I all hear, are whispers of fear.
But fire in my heart, a beacon in the night,
For my own redemption, I carry on tight.
The Sun recedes and rises, days blur into one,
Time, a serpent, sheds its skin undone.
Stars, those cold diamonds, prick the velvet sky,
My breath, a prayer, whispers as clouds die.
In this crucible, where flesh meets flame,
A brooder stands, whispered by his name.
No longer of stone, but a river of grace,
Flowing, unending, for all time and space.
For, in the embers of sacrifice I find,
The world's salvation, etched on the mind.
No feast of triumph, no drumbeat's loud call,
Just the sigh of the forest, embracing all.
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