The mage with her sage
was cleaning her cage
imagining tragedy's
angels engage
She erected a sigil
protecting her vigil
a palindrome had in Rome
angst to assuage
As she brought out her cards
she thought of the bards
*had her spirit inherited
some of their ways?*
When she put them away
she had cart loads to say
and the guides of her writing
stayed by her for days!
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 10:01 PM UTC
The mage with her sage
was cleaning her cage
imagining tragedy's
angels engage
She erected a sigil
protecting her vigil
a palindrome had in Rome
angst to assuage
As she brought out her cards
she thought of the bards
*had her spirit inherited
some of their ways?*
When she put them away
she had cart loads to say
and the guides of her writing
stayed by her for days!
Late evening Thu. Mar. 3, 2022.
This more optimistic version was written immediately after the first.
So mote it be!
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