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Achlys scorned her reflection

Glaring through darkened water

Framed by stone and obscured forms

Beckoning the Keres slaughter

Why is it that men are born

As flowers never to bloom?

Seeking the wisdom of ages

Before they're taken too soon

Where was I when I was lost?

Before I was I among you?

Was it fate that led me to this place

Or my sorrow passing through?

I once spoke to the forest

Without the company of another

The solitude that she allows

Like secrets between lovers

Offerings were left this night

So that others might know tomorrow

When all of us have kept our words

Our lives with end in sorrow