He rises in his glory
the Lady sighs
Their lust a song of worlds remade
Howling out of the incomprehensible blackness of night
A wily wildness so green it tears the eye
So beautiful it rends the heart
So pure it cuts the tongue
These Mysteries cannot be spoken
Weave them. Be woven.
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