Forging Flame

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A blue moonlit spark exiled to the woods. I tend the light with open cloak and hood.
Lost no more I set knelt fueled by a gaze. To be crowned takes far more than faith.
I steam sappy knots, I fear no gnawing hunger dancing upon their paws.
Sanguine balanced against shadows I've crossed.
Only to be reminded many currents stack against me, my hand knows few in touch.
No prudence at my side, a beast with an edge. Doubt's the lens others refract my thoughts.
Soft blues emanate from a low slung moon.

Does a dream forge the man, or is it the other way around?
A forest of trails I find before me, a blue summer borrows fuel.
Vicious patterns break, milestones of a memorialized path.
I seek a dance, 2 an unwritten tune.
Daring change never comes easy, to be I yield answers. In bending, in tend new roots.

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