A scuff of dust..
They shuffle
Waiting...
for a chance of light
The sun.. at winter\'s solstice
Births a minute...
For the true
The fruition of devotion
Growing for a year
Now..it\'s time!!
Don\'t want to miss!!
What the hell????
It\'s a solar eclipse!!!!
A maiden spared
The blade...unwet
Her beating heart remains
Oh well....there\'s always next year