wound

and the sword of Venus is refreshed
by the warmth of my blood,
a heart pierced by abject silver,
the bearer of truth and severity

and though this hierophant pales,
his passioned sun, descending, in the west,
into twilight and darkness
he remains installed on the throne in the east,
present to the order over which he must preside,
regardless of personal need or loss

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