Solid dust of yesterday's stars
Grown in an old and bubbling womb.
Life breathed into ashes
In midnight woodland
With songs, words unknown,
Flourishes of death's rattles,
The hiss of air through teeth
And howls of moonlit wolves.
I burst from myself fully grown -
Aphrodite in the waves,
Athena from the head of Zeus -
To meet you with a drop of blood,
An old scar and sword in hand:
I have never been so ready.
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