Seven Widows Weep.

For the Seven Hells there

Are Seven Gods.

For Seven Wishes

Seven widows mourn;

For Seven dead children

A poetess cries.

 From Seven poems

Ask and Embala

Have come to life.

The eyes of the bear

Cry for seven flames.

For Seven humans

Walk the Earth

The fox is praying.

The moon uprising

Listens to the howling wolf.

He cries for his

Seven

Killed cubs

In the cold winter morning;

When Seven suns

Burned down the tree.

For Seven snakes now

Walk the skies.

Seven widows grieve now

The nine worlds that

Used to be.

                     foggy-woods

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