The Leavening Rot
Faidra
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The stir of dawn, a calming embrace for the fire
(The Sun burns away at the rot)
A parasite on the soul, sickness of man
It gnawed its way, a discordant voice in the choir
(Speaking its will to all ears)
The venom of words injected, through hidden fangs
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Wanderer of bleeding hands
Cast away the son of man
Pathbreaker by tongue and nail
Deliverer by song or force of hand