Bequeath thy name to a reverent heart
Solicit fair games; cast thy favour
Bow to the last of roses
Petals curled and bloodless, still,
Carry wisdom as you would
Deep within hidden fears
In the guarded realms of reverie dwells
The cataclysmic burial of the nurtured
And insane
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