In those precious minutes that arrived only once or perhaps twice in
your lifetime.
Your spirit was beckoned from its own grey prison to escape skywards,
heavenbound.
And there it lingered for a while, magnificently, above vapors of
stratified reds and golds.
Before it plummeted with shredded and bleeding wings ever downwards,
earthbound.
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Penned by my hand on the 13th of Lleian, in the year 132 MA.