BlindA Poem by MortriciaLearning to play the part.She's got a bad reputation A low estimation Prestige, going under Mind reaching cessation
Oh, she needs a rescue Salvage what she can Disposition, belly-up Smile, transient as man
Magic fades, as words Haunting pages and staining air Malevolence as her charm Faux minds seem not to care
For now she plays the part She's a jester, painted smile She sees her good composure Yet, she is blind all the while © 2009 Mortricia |
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