The crow caws thrice.
Marvel at the poet's sin,
Bardic Rule of Law,
Inspiration at Death's Maw.
Deep pockets of space-time,
Treasured energies and auras.
Always looking outward, never within.
Universe, overture of divine sadness.
Humanity, limerick of contained madness.
Bound infinitely in harmonic chaos.
Rivers run rampant.
Time tinkers tides.
Vengeful voids vie.
Worlds wither woefully.
And yet, endless and forever,
The iridescence of written word,
Bends all things against discord.