The stock is a doctrine of vanities
The beast is consumed and the beast returns
You feel your blood flow like lava burns
You have handed the dearly beloved of your soul
Into the arms of her lovers 
Danced into the hands of her enemies
The shadow comes softly over your skin
Light shades tomorrow as yesterday begins
You sat there a while scanning the miles
Free child of beauty and a caged reptile-Nausher

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