∴ foxfire secrets wend
through silver scars, swift and sly—
feral trails carve dusk’s rift
opalescent-pacts ignite faint marks
gleaming ichor spills
tracing hymns on twilight flowers
to starry haze
where moonlit hills rage
and dark cairns crown the storm ∴


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