Goddess
Frugality, a steadfast thread of water—
I shall remain your hidden flame, undimmed.
With blazing fire as witness,
I shall preserve my devotion;
I shall set the temple aflame,
And bathe in blood-red blossoms.
My trembling feet
I shall place around your neck.
You, O Moon, shall smile in joy;
May death itself become a blessing.
With open hands,
I shall offer to you
My severed head
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