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the poet's barren tale
They came for the feast of phrases,
gathered ‘round the wordless flame.
Empty cups clinked, unsated,
as the poet shrugged—his muse unspoken.
“There’s no story here,” he muttered,
his mind a drought-struck desert.
And so they sat, grasping shadows,
a poem promised but never served.
Very enjoyable. Like a time
Very enjoyable. Like a time machine, the poem transported me to that bardic setting.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Yes indeed, much like a Time
Yes indeed, much like a Time Machine, that would be so fascinating
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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