SPELLING

Amarantha Françoise Dyuaaxchs

Falling Water,
Setting Sun,
Dying Man,
We have begun.

Immortal Free, the Time is bent.
My gifts I take from you.
Wait.

Day is dawning,
The road doth bend,
Creatures are running,
Shall I end?

Until the Sun and Moon
And this egg of stone
Hatch forth blessed life
Your own shall be undone.

Wait.



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