Ashes and scents...
The wind as your breath
and the moon holding your heart..
It is you aura, it is your halo...
Be the end, and the beginning...
Be eternal and ever green...
Be light and shadow...
By moment and sigh...
The shape of your soul is
the grandeur of the decay.
The smell of your defeat is
just the victory of your dreams.
There will be greatness from pain...
There is peace in your sorrow...
There are pleasures in the gloom...
There is magic all around...
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