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By torchlight 

My hands sing for you

They pause on page

Wringing out mysteries of my mind

In the night 

My heart grows loud

Blood flows black and stains the sheets 

I kneel before the king of beasts

Wings large and sharp

A woman’s face completes the ensemble 

Fighting 

Grasping in darkness 

These riddles elude my every advance

Meeting again with my own ignorance 

While her paw taps the marble pedestal