Dance! May those silky circles fly again, sowing black dread in cold flames, slicing every neck or waist. Whirlpool of madness, wake up now! Let the cheesy moon light up the realm. No gulls or guillemots around, but crows and ravens come to feast.
Where has all the honey gone? They said pharaohs kept it well, but yours is nowhere to be found. Frayed, dusty cords are all, where once there was a mellow voice. And what’s up with that musty trapdoor? Cold ether there still flows. Remember? Quem vai não volta jamais! But you didn’t forget—’twas your heart the stream took off. And you’re here, there’s no doubt, nor is there aught you fear, evermore. Can you spot the tunnel’s end?
It goes on and on.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.