Utilizing Poetry (which for no authentic reason I despise) to work my mind from depression. Said a lewd remark to a good friend of mine, and I didn't mean it the way they might have taken it. So in my natural way of doing things, I apologized in their sudden grief, explained myself, and entered a state of mind not entirely unlike that of a hermit crab.
For some reason I enjoy triple-rhymes.
8C
For some reason I enjoy triple-rhymes.
8C
His brain addled and not too bright
Much like a flame caught in the light
Of idiocy thought to be right.
Wrinkled hands mottled with age
Robes not scarlet, but sage
Eyes keen, with inner rage.
Incantations many to behold,
Spells of the forbidden untold,
Akin to morphing lead to gold.
Whispers of lost phrases,
Like prolonged court cases,
Sure-footed, well-placed paces.
He is the Wizard.
Much like a flame caught in the light
Of idiocy thought to be right.
Wrinkled hands mottled with age
Robes not scarlet, but sage
Eyes keen, with inner rage.
Incantations many to behold,
Spells of the forbidden untold,
Akin to morphing lead to gold.
Whispers of lost phrases,
Like prolonged court cases,
Sure-footed, well-placed paces.
He is the Wizard.
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