The poisonous perfume, it rises and sings
As it takes to the air on intangible wings.
It dances and swirls like a sprite of the air
Rolling and curling, devoid of all care.
A shadowy ember, bright with a breath
Releases a brother upon siblings death.
The air is now wreathed with shadows and ghosts,
The souls of lost seconds, a cancerous host.
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