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Hers the stillness of stone
Patient and deathless and cold
Hers the anger of sun
Scorching and decimating and endless
Hers the patience of forest
Timeless and choking and vast
Iquili pulls the moon from the sky
Cups it in her palm like a firebug
Whispers into it her many secrets
And the names of forgotten gods
Iquili crushes the moon to dust between her fingers
Casts it to the wind
Watches the fragments float into sky
To become new stars
Unyielding and burning amongst a black ruin
Iquili screams into the dead night
Vomits a new moon into the dark,
Grinning and covered in blood
Hers the Power of nothing
Hers the Power of all
Hers to make and bend and break the world
Hers to ruin
Hers to raze