The feather of time rests
Unstirred and unmarked
By the black stains of her
Beloved counterpart
She desires to fly a final time
On the wings of her children
Who instead offer
The unknown goddess
An inappropriate massage
The temple of Thmé is empty
The priests and priestesses
Of a bygone era
Rest on an emerald tablet
In the tomb of Thoth
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