the price of ages
the turning of the tide
the rolling dunes
Days or prayer
Weeks of tears
Months of toil
a year of blood
The pain fades
The rage has been tamed
The wounds begin to heal
feeling whole once more
feeling free
The gods smiling on me once more
There favor fully returned
and a kind smile can now return
to my lips
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