There she was, waiting for him to hatch into a god chiseled by pain, and now turned stone in anticipation.
glides the unearthly sibyl,
shielded by shunned seraphim.
unmoved her murky realmuntouched her mirror shrine.
manic maker, wan and wounded,
beseeches obeisance.
besieged, veiled, confined,
the eerie seer turns stone.
and gloats in glory alone.
@artemis
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