May 27, 2005

Soul is hurtling to the stars
and with her return she brings
their light in a basket made
of the rays of ancient moons

Soul is a door with no latch
awaiting a blooded sword
to free her from stone arches
which have no magic keystones

Soul is leaping from the walls
of the castle on the shore
the stars had no light to steal
the only sword found is pure

Soul is a glow in the sky
she is an edge tried and true
she has no need for these things
soul is mine and I’ll keep her.


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