We’ve flattened the cauldrons
to blend teal and umber,
and sharpened our spent wands
to scratch ardent lines.
The mud mixed for golems
forms delicate ankles,
while icons are channeled
‘neath bright, colored light.
but not all is forgone,
ignore us at peril…
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