Exciting each sense.
The spirit takes hold;
It is heaven sent.
Hold it to the light.
Watch them dance.
Lilacs, calcite, cherry red
Their reflections iridescent
In the light you can see that
Sprits can never truly be dead.
You can see their core
You can see their essence
They can be dangerous.
They can be deadly too.
Because really, at their soul
They are true.
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