Desires which move, and me again
Though they do not move I, nor I them
Emerge; spilt forth they linger in clear
Observed and watched in spite of fear

Sitting solemnly, alone and dry
Powerless to shape naught but mine eyes
Back and forth this spell entice
This magic a’waste cannot melt ice

Grey and empty, soul neglected
Form and strength this time rejected
What matters now then matters not
To repair the casted embers hot

Hollow faced, sure disgraced was he
Who bought into shallow misery
Alone and screaming silently still
Cast down from atop that far distant hill


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