...4---
Shaft of polished black, so black it became transparent
Flying in a spiral through vapor and air
Feathers dancing pointing direction of Wind
So fast it sped;unwavering
Force of such a strong will; desire
Four so much now, four feels hot, four makes the mind burn, four.
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