Ascending Path: A Star Child Is Born - Horrified

The well is stone cold

My well is dry

I read in the seams of the walls

Betrays and cause

My anger is swollen

Mistake wasn’t me

Or was it?

Now I can climb the seams of the stones

Released and gone

Seek for another fertile and warm

To host the soul

Now magical places will bloom

Black and true

Sheer pleasure, awaits.

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