Sacred Ache

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Sacred is this hollow ache that even powerful spirits can’t break

In the beginning before hope washed away and life was an endless feast,

before a single candle was lit to ward off covers of heavy darkness,

we had the power to persevere

In the beginning before hope washed away and life was an endless feast,

we didn’t know we’d find comfort in grief

We had the power to persevere

We’d traverse this sideways crack in the universe with the keen eyes of an owl and a warrior’s heart

We didn’t know we’d find comfort in grief

even as our sinister keening and wails of desolation marked the specter of death

We’d traverse this sideways crack in the universe with the keen eyes of an owl and a warrior’s heart

Sacred is this hollow ache that even powerful spirits can’t break

Cover photo: #soulscribblers

Prompts: Sunday Whirl 563, Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt, #fastprompt, #wordsofglass

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