Sanctum

you don't have to wear

the robes of fear

when you come around here

stay for awhile

bring in that little child

with truces unresolved

sit here and peacefully evolve

sleep, as the storm is raging

and as thunder gathers from the dew

the flashes shed enlightenment

through the reigns

that have been holding you.

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