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Under a star-bejeweled moon,
the lake as lady trembles
when winter’s hoary frost
her icy veil disembles.

Amidst the crackles of cooling ember,
embraced by a batch of wisdom,
written solace, decades past,
the watch ticks

the heart beats

the spirits sigh.

The elder gods quicken,
spring from trees
more ancient than this maiden.

They clap hands,
hold them high,
dance about her

silently

above

below.

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