When I saw light, I leapt up high,
From the small burrow where I used to lie.
Adorned with dewdrops, I began to race,
Rotten flowers in a hidden place.
Bloodied hands gathered near,
A wretched Golgotha I brought to bear.
As I polished distant stars so bright,
I clad them in black tears of night.
And I moved toward the rosy dawn,
There a strange cross gazed upon,
With an underground breath, drawn and worn,
Upon a head that turned forlorn.
I fed ash to the stomach's core,
And spat profane bile, bitter and sore.
An unlucky Muse amid the fray,
Felled by a wild, unruly spray.
A thrice-suspicious summoner,
Lifted me to the ridge's spur.
And there I laid fate's flowers, due,
On marble in love's tomb, so true.
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