On her solitary perch
Atop the spires of holy haven
She bathes in deep thought;
Stirs not, speaks not
Only waits for one.

But the clock turns;
She gives a smile,
The one illumined by eternal night;
She descends swiftly into earthly ground,
Leaving on her spire
For the one who must come
The scarlet beating of her heart.

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