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A poem I threw together |
| the timeless, although tragic traitors' tale: her eloquent speech lost in translation; rhetoric, resounding resignation, Word for word, all the final detail-- written, rewritten, yet the meanings fail. Always guilty by association triumphant in stark indignation. storybook villains will sometimes prevail The plot thickens--- and dies, stillborn, final chapters dusty, read and torn abandoned fantasies of vapid readers--- dreams extinguished as resentful embers trapped amongst the story's tattered pages she the traitor consumes newer ages |