Incantation
A white well In a black cave; A bright shell In a dark wave. A white rose Black brambles hood; Smooth bright snows In a dark wood. A flung white glove In a dark fight; A white dove On a wild black night. A white door In a dark lane; A bright core To bitter black pain. A white hand Waved from dark walls; In a burnt black land Bright waterfalls. A bright spark Where black ashes are; In the smothering dark One white star.
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