I guess this sums up why I’m here.
There stands in the forest
Bare footed on the pine needle floor
Dressed by you in a shroud
For her own pyre
She holds in her hand a staff of fire
A great bough,
Is the forest safe?
Is she here to illuminate
And is there any difference?
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