burning
dark,
and silent,
and
hungering for what was,
Night rolls
unmercifully on.
claiming hope
in gaping maw,
Her sharpened fears
pierce veils of doubt.
Yet,
the crock crows
and you are reborn:
Star child,
Star fire....
Love's consummated desire.
shadows of dusk, devouring the dawn
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