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 nothing to say
and the guides of her writing
were silent 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 nothing to say
and the guides of her writing
were silent for days
Late evening of Thu. Mar. 3, 2022
This pessimistic version was written first.
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