Rites of Passage

A brilliant battle raged in the east, between a bloodied boy and bruised beast.

Brandishing his blade, he bobbed and weaved, and bounded as his enemy heaved.

Though bearing a bite, the boy stabbed meat, now a Man seizing foe’s last heart beat.

Elsewhere, night slew day and streaked maroon in the sky; its majesty lost on all but a few.

But she grew wings as her spirit rose high, and flew with glee as strong breeze blew.

The universe revealed all that was true, so she rode the new wind and danced for the moon.

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