Oh brother....

Falcon abides, the writhing circle.
A season turning, silver to flesh, translated.
The closest circle drawn.

A bend sinister, aid of wolves.
a satyr lost, a heart destroyed...
Lolling tongues fang-pierced.

Divested cub, questing for fuel
The truest blades, ensorcelled.

A fragile path revealed.

Reunion.
 
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