So onwards

into this

darkened

dale of despair:

moving by earnest

torchlight candlelight

fingertip footstep

whisper

hint.

Stumble.

Sharp

edged

panic.

Fortunately,

I  know that

we will rise

from this darkness.

Ash new born from

lust tempered flame.

New formed

new shaped

new sculpted.

Cast by the

eternal

fresh

primal

pressure and heat.

I  wonder

what shape we

will

come out?

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