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Fiery wreathes of rage spiral,
circling, emerging invincible force
boundless and bound as Evil's bane.

Entwined, enmeshed the threaded borderline;
matter with spirit mingling. Shade plays light.
Astral demons cast lies upon pain.

Fractal belief cripples mortal souls
within ever-tightening coils of slight regard;
dalliances with vanity insane.

On beds where trees promenade
corpses that will never know the spirit's clash.
The earth writhes and regains.

Two souls reach. Meet connection.
Darkness recoils from radiating atonement
closing the circle once again.
Cycle
We fell
to land here;
a knot
of me, and thee.
Fully,
we turn
in our dream
as the world;
as we.
The mist,
humid breath
of life
still as death,
shall rise
soon (though not)
as me and thee;
raindrops
from the sea.
One Is Two