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Today the sun was the highest in the sky
It has ever been and
It seemed like it belonged in a glass case made of
Diamonds and other emeralds gleam
To touch a galaxy seemed as easy and near as the whispering
Brooke in the forest
A white spotted fawn, drinks its Ambrosia as though its
The simplest nectar
Leaping with nature, the wolf slays the babe 
The sweet drink now fills its belly
Daylight dies and stars grow while
Fearful snarls and nightly beasts create
Fires and scarifies under the pearl moon until
The sun rises and kills the shadows
A new fawn is born