Textualities; scraps and scalps...

 

She came

after i successfully had performed the tasks she gave me:

GET ME BACK MY SWORD!

The light grows faint
the path winds round

where life is lost

wisdom is found

the seed of the dream

before the devil is free:

where the sword is hung
she must place the key

a bridge to form

amidst burning death

a demon to guard

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