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Cloaked in the shimmer I hear the call,
pulling me on, leading me home.
Bringing me, carried on the storm,
with the blazing flames of night.
Here I stand, waiting for the call
once more waiting for the song
of the morrow brings, lighting my way.
Shadows wisp about me in this place,
but I know not what they say to me.
Bury me here when I fall, they whisper.
Love me when I'm gone, they hiss.
But I cannot understand in the haze.
My song calls to me, cutting through,
breaking the chill, leading me on.
So shall I pass, but mayhaps I return
another night less clear, when the call,
the call is silent all the more.