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Calling

As the dark settled
on that cold and dreary night
so long ago
the old woman' voice
soft
whispered in my ear
"It is time."

Was it time?
Was it truth?

Through the trees
like a wolf
he came
I saw him coming
axe in hand
ready
he was ready

They gathered
a mass as large as the plain itself
around the fire
large, burning, blazing
they chanted
"Come! Come!"

It was time
it was time





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