Estival

The turn of the festival solstice
It has always summoned my Sun
Pulled at the pit of the pallid womb
Worm weathered tombs and blackened rooms
It has always called
The sunken angels forth
In waves drowning the shore
Hellion tides assuring
No eclipse is never-ending
Regardless of hemisphere
Notwithstanding
Fallacies forged in fear
It has always summoned
The shadows to the light
In vespers whispered to the moon in the dead of night
To reunite
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