Incarnadine weeds,
Strewn with wildflowers,
red-work, black and red,
Stargazers in daytime,
make me a ruby ring,
for your devotion.
Six million, in a
season.
Gambled, won,
for
one.
Star brighter, as
the other dims.
Star light, gaining
bright.
To be one,
it was always meant to be.
Ammutseba, I'll wear red.
And crown myself with
tri-partate star and wear the moons
of Jupiter for jewels.
Power is often very quiet.
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