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Rite of Continuation
By: L. M. Mercer
The hour grows late,
And my spirit grows restless.
I turn to the East and the North,
Then to the West and the South.
To each of the four compass points,
To each of the four elements.
I whisper my most holy vows,
And pay my steepest tithe.
At the last stroke of midnight,
My strongest spell will be cast—
Ensuring a fertile future,
Reclaiming a well spent past.
For life to continue here anew,
A blood price must be willingly paid.
This is my mission, my right,
This is my honor, my one final task.
This ritual was mine to begin,
It is my replacement’s duty to end.
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About the Author
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Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never
had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing
as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to
read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend
and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'.
While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering,
she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times
somber, now that she is our senior contributor at the "World of Myth".
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