Shut your eyes.
I see everything.
The wood holds many spirits.
Ask now and
be ready for the truth.
The owls won't see us.
I met the devil
in the form of fire,
a coward in the smoke.
I go to great lengths
to keep the ashes under control.
It takes its toll.
You're two days late
to burst into flames.
The mist is pressing in.
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