This is a sestina, which utilizes a certain pattern of repitition of the
end-word of lines in each of six sestets.

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A Syssin's Ceremony

She possess the night, assessing it with flashing eyes
Soundlessly treading upon ancient earth, without heat
And trampled by the feet of soldiers
But noise of the path concedes to silence
Conferring with history, she knows her past
And she whispers to herself, the phantom

Awake again, the insubstantial phantom
Overtakes her vacant, hospitable eyes
Voices without origin on a wind drift past
Her feet press against the heat
Of the Lleian night, as she runs in silence
Her thoughts belong to unknown soldiers

Sworn to protect her, the breathless soldiers
Distort and fade into shadows and phantoms
And their oath now is only useless silence.
The trees regard her with dispassionate eyes
And soak in the soil black summer heat.
The time to wait has long gone past.

Sung is a song of a comrade's tortured past
A prayer to defeated, bloody soldiers
Whose bodies have been lifted of their heat
And are left to roam as thoughtful phantoms
Cast from their mothers' eyes
Forever resigned to obscure silence.

The humming spires break the silence
Imposed by a people of the past
Who gaze with deadened, condescending eyes
Over their domain of venomous soldiers
And regret the artificial Phantom.
And the spires exude their furious heat

The corpses steam with boiling heat
And she lays them onto the shrine with silence
And prays to one of many phantoms
Who walk here, whispering of the past
But make no sound. She honors the slain soldiers
With fugitive eyes.

In the past,
She too was a soldier.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Arios, in the year 136 MA.