We danced the sun-dance
In the dark of this world's moon.
We danced the death-dance
And watched your cities flourish.
We danced the harvest-dance
You turned your gaze unto the stars.
In the dark of this world's moon.
We danced the death-dance
And watched your cities flourish.
We danced the harvest-dance
You turned your gaze unto the stars.
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I'm kind of scraping the archives a bit lately. Don't have the time, energy, or inclination to write a lot. Which is fine. It happens. Still. This poem feels vaguely Lovecraftian but I'm not sure how.
