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Crashing down from predators flight Inky tipped thorn on mountain bright Covetous of shield of knight To sever lashings grip of fright. The desert set the winter free From summer's fig, to 'Hecate tree' She dropped her leaves, revealed the bones Her howling, petrified summer's rose. Stripped, the branch revealed its source Trailing, rising, jutting, force Twisting, ever toward the light Even through soul's long dark night. Seasons flowed in streams of change De-slodging ancient mountain rains Pinecones calling thought to form Turning till the stories formed. Time's mirrored space collected Dreamtime forests there reflected Unknowable as spirit veiled Spirit eyes saw time spun tales. By such crossing roads were razed Times multi-headed serpent staged Mirrored there an older face Put to death and raised. So it turns in perfect form Summer's leaf will colour all Winter's dreams will-lit with bright Forging clear a sword of f