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The Woman's breath

Caught in her chest

When she returns to sleep

Her husband has left

A creak echoes through

The still of the house

He's ventured outside

While death lurks about

The Woman despairs

"What can he do?

I'll retrieve him quick

Lest he fall prey too"

She garments herself

And gathers her might

As she ventures into

The Cruelty of Night

Crouching still

And hugging the walls

The Woman can barely

Whisper a call

Her search turns no luck

And goes to retreat

But turns a corner

Where The Maiden stands to meet

"I've wandered these nights

For another to bestow

Upon these blessings

I've burdened so long"

The Maiden passes forth

The jar in her hand

And departs in silence as

The Woman assumes The Trance