SUN GATE
Through bird fingers the darkness murmurs.
Profound in dance, the word is heat.
Over fields of proud sea-sand scent
For ages I return for the Ancient.
Did I not pledge on peace with the Sea?
Did it not ravage everything enough?
It thunders and rains through my head.
It raises me once more for burials.
Here is the dim-gleamed cave of the Elders.
Of blood is the tender new flesh.
I shall not love men anymore.
Upon this altar, only torn asunder ones can lay.
Clothed in iron
I walk to rain over the Mountain.
And Death steps forth,
Time-traveller across dreamings.
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