Don't Keep Her Waiting
She was waiting for someone to change her life.
Only the virtue of patience influenced her will.
Taking a glance at the forested sky, she encountered an epiphany.
Realizing how inconsistent life was with fantasy and folklore,
She remained still. A multitude of questions came upon her,
What is she? Is she tantalizing like a baby’s repugnant scream?
Is she monstrous like the womb of destruction deep beneath a blanket of fire?
Or is she just plain boring? What felt like eras and centuries of conflict burst inside her.
Serendipity is stress’s mortal enemy, and the savior arrived.
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