Daemon shadow twirling like a dervish
Twisting, swirling, ever churning darkness
The night's tendrils extend, circles nervous
As the beast's knowing smile beckons, harkens

N'er beginning nor e'er ending circles
Wispy ghosts of silken fur floating by
Once just but a game, now something mirthless
Unreachable goal and yet e'er she tries

Time lasts forever in smallest instants
The long moment contracts, snaps back quickly
Panting, legs splayed, slowly she regains her stance
She shakes, she sighs, she grimaces sickly

And yet, somehow, she's won the battle fierce
Until tomorrow's darkened circle's pierced

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