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Reverence

The call came through the wind.



A breeze that did not cool,


And did not soothe.



It Awoke a fire within,


Choking on ashes of words unsaid.



"How do I make it stop?" I asked.


Release the words clenched upon your soul,


Aimed only to stain your spirit.



Make of these woes true magnificence,


A beauty so pure they evaporate.



May your magic be feared in the most reverent way.





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