What beauty it wore
inside the darkest cavern
And worn me out
the light from my heart
No less was my woe
Less darker than your dark
And in vicissitude
You turned the tide towards me
What beauty I gained
Bumping my heart
Nothing was left of burning sound
That gained ash in simmering pyre
No less was the sound
more a silent gurgle
inside the dense air
Than a labour of death
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