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When the winds will form again these sacred circles

That in Mercury and Sulphur osculate

I will march upon the thinnest rope

With no fear of the void below

And no memory of the wars overleaf

Just the drop of shroud's leafs

Hence, drunk I will dance in front of the Tomb

And grab these rings in swirling trance

To roll again between the seen and the unseen

And seal this Tomb forevermore

To carve a poem in the caves of Pan

For a Knight devouring dawns and dusks

The desert that will grow one rose

And the memory of a stalagmite throne

Never search where the Ageless rest their lair

When the Queen has kissed you and the Twins enflamed

Never search where I hide my gold

To slit the chapter destiny, in two crimson dreams I may unfold

Drunk I will forever dance for the wine never depletes

And potent enough might you as well there stand

I shall give you 4 clues of a word