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She works in the wee-hours,
Talking to the flowers,
Displaying odd powers –
Unseen in a moment, atonement.
There was a time beyond time,
A rhyme brings the mind – the signs
Dimensions in the shape of a hexagon,
Eons ago, before the overthrow,
Things glimmered, simmering in the Sun,
Shimmering like gold, the thing I speak of is
older than old. Bought and sold.
Paid for in bloody gold.
Much was sacrificed –
to keep this story untold.
Be bold. Be brave. Or be a slave.
Give her what she craves:
Paving the way,
Underground in the maze-like, caves
The bees buzzed among honeycomb,
And the priestesses sing-song along
It really wasn’t so long ago
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