fragments of a disenchanted faery world
arms hung low to guard the tide,
blood and tears
how simple her plot
hair wound 'round the pedestal,
legs and cloth
a dance
to become
although without anything else
she wouldn't have made it.
not the bayer's sweet call
as he hauled the shipload in
and as eternity bleeds
mortal lives sill can be
something more
in eventuality
care will come to those
who care.
and there will be
some room in there.
where she keeps it hidden
calling rat catchers on their business.
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