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This Turning a vision came to me of dark inhuman lands and restless golden seas And dreaming I awoke in that witching hour for something called to me with soft and certain power From covers warm and close I walked upon those plains I saw the burning seas the shores that called my name And stepping from my room I left my world behind not a thought I gave for what I had resigned Above me burning skies below me churning waves and all around the veil was melting to a haze Mist upon the woodland away the signals swirled to reveal a map the web of all the worlds And do you dare to walk under a turning moon the river running high for it is coming soon You stand upon the brink of death and pain and birth look and you will see this turning of the earth |