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Three the shining strands awoke
Of loving sound, in envy broke
Supple supine splendor strung
Smeared triple note cast crumpled, slung
Stark the pretense, pretenders still
Stalking whispers, gilt wet quill
Delver’s dripping shining black
Two locks, one key, no turning back
Kindling light 'mongst mounting choir
'neath threshold rampant - Walpurgis fire!
Broken breach, the Powder Gate
Looped step entwined, a star-crossed fate
Groping grasping delectation
Stealing soft past expectation
Bright midnight shining shadow’s glare
In glowing calm, slit smiling stare
The dark day rises, stills the braid
Where three notes resting bound are laid
Coiled triskelle hoop, the weave well spent
Tranquil dream in cavern tent
'Til moon-touched down bids night-cloaked song
In halcyon haze, web strands agong