Author's Note: This one was a little difficult to write, but I liked the way it came together for the most part. I thought that I would at least post it here. (Mostly because Hollow Bastion was my prompt. Lol.)
Rising Falls...
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Her waters tread on a path that never was –
Like an artful crawler
That scales the very heights
Of an infinite lattice simply because.
Her current rages as her illusion ages.
She rides through a body of silver sages
As if to enchant a vagrant mage
With the same age of her rising name . . .
. . . Her miracle grays.