The winds exhale, and blow,
On a flame; causing a momentary flicker,
But the fire continues to grow.
Breath within a casing made of wicker,
Congregation awaits the show.
Silently the effigy is set ablaze.
An aura, a circle is now clear,
Surrounded by degrees of rays.
Each new cycle, each sphere,
Represents a new level or phase.
Unseen is seen,
Despite smoke and shades of gray.
Invictus Selene,
Rearranging the moon and Sun day -
Clay is a dream.
Above, the moon and stars burn without tire;
Below, cyclic hands revolve.
Terrestrial consumed in flames, celestial rises higher.
Watching the images dissolve;
Only one sacrifice can bring you what you truly desire.
Composed By: A.D.
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