A Psalm for Lost Gods
Dew dripping from the beard of the wizard king
Condensated breath from a brisk winter’s walk
It is all towards
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Longing for a love that could never be
Dragon stars guide the finger’s wavering
To retrace divine lust with earthen chalk
It is all towards
A prime mover shines incandescently
From The Apocrypha of Madoc by Yana Madoc, translated by Pychyanas of Felltyde