Straw into gold
Can you spin
straw into gold,
straw into gold, a boast
becomes a lie, a lie
becomes a request,
becomes a promise,
becomes an agony
the tales we spin
golden
the straw we spin
golden, or not
watching as he spins
madly, the wheel turning,
a game of roulette played
and forgotten until
the croupier demands his due
unless the name is forthcoming
unless the name is known and spoken
speaking the name dispels enchantment
naming the one breaks the hold
just a name, spinning fool’s gold
back to straw.
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