As I begin to emerge from this isolation,
I look back at life filled with devastation:
How the Crone tried to strangle my hope inside –
How desperation and molten pain would collide
Way too close, I came to the edge at times where
Not even determination could salvage my pride.
But, then I dreamed of love in a form so clear
It set my feet firmly on the path to you, my dear.
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