This is The Golden Pyre.

The fire speaks. The truth is fire. The truth burns.


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in poetry by The Phyre

Words and phrases, simple and true;
Symbolic language between me and you.
Secret codes whispered, filling my ears,
Scribbled on pages stained by my tears.

Incantations and runes, pulled from the void;
Cast in a circle, no caution deployed.
A call to adventure, the vast, great unknown,
Chilling and thrilling, a path of our own.

Magical ink flows, the blood of the stars,
Weaving a pattern from Venus to Mars.
Ancient melodies beyond time and space,
Beckoning me away from this place.

Into the aether, intentions made clear,
Conjuring entities without any fear.
Mystical starlight shines from above,
Falling around like feathers...

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