Mediu
we wished for a new world
and it sprung from the mists
against cold
upon darker regions
where the sun god
disdains to rise
over the restless
ocean waters...
we wished for a new season
and it came with the moon
against hunger
upon endless mountains
where we became
legends for ourselves
over stone altars
bearing raw wounds...
we wished for wilderness
and it bore existence anew...
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