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On kneaded soil, sparse imprints wander

Ensconced in solitude

Circling beneath the tower, a cavalcade of failures

Through mirrored haze await opalescent figures

To harvest goes yearning falcon

With zeal behind her eyes

Twin relics remain, belying foregone butchery

In ruin collapses the sky

Swirling in vain, in shambles

Forgive us this vile gesture

O ruined hamlet

Emerging with hand outstretched

Fading on somber shore

Wailing one, a final hope

Alabaster immortal