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Thought, wounded beyond a repair

On a beach below fiery lair

Sword by my side is supreme trust

Having exchanged a killing thrust

Carried by kindly gentle hands

Safe cave, high, above the sands

Song is sung, such hymns delight

Light doth dims if forever fight

[ Thus approached the three

Beings who held the key

To future life and mirth

The pleasures of this earth]

(In jest here)

Here I will heal perchance

Where the witches spit and dance

Sept. 2024

NKFM

I wrote a doozy I think