At the point of desolation
Where nothing grows but misery
And silences resound across the chasm
The chasm is bridged
A rope of daggers
Forays into discontinuity
In the Deeps of the Earth
Lie these barren caverns
Shielded from Light
The silence is broken
By the tinkling of shattering
Of crystal, growing in the rock-heart
It has yielded to the oppressive
Weight of the darkness
For a crystal of Hope it was…
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