Safe within the confines of my temple Built upon an Island of my choice, I turn to face the groves of my childhood Calling me loud with strident voice. “Will you join the circle of your people Side by side round mighty limbs? Kneel upon the ground surrounding And sacrifice with kith and kin?” I stretch my apart out in sorrow Knowing I fail in their behest, But in due time mine smoldering ashes With oak will merge and bring them rest.
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