I would rather write more fantasy

That would fill me with glee

But while I glare at this page

I set my darkness free

That will have to be enough of a wage

With a bonus to quell some rage

And craft lyrics like a spell

Mastered by a mage

Closer and closer to being a word sage

Perhaps that will make someone well

Maybe even me, who can tell

Aside from the siren who sings to feed

Ring the dinner bell

And know that we feast

With analogies and mead

Like word hungry savages

Like thirsty vampires in a grammatical hell

Like tearing open the leather bound beast

Like lighting candles just to read

In the dark, so that we focus our mental ravages

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