The Hermit
Not the Hierophant
Inner working is where you'll find
The lantern flickering
Against cavern walls
Their just shadows of boogeymen
Past discoveries while
On her way with the walking stick
She likes the way the water
Glitters when the moon illuminates
The path
Conjure the hermit
In many ways of
Her new found
Journey
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