Nothing ever brings that back
hidden in the vault, disgust.
Now the very key in lack
may the latch in click adjust.
But ... somewhere on yonder glen
Fairy Fae is dancing still.
Dancing, dancing written pen,
scribbled word on wall of chill.
Cryptic curse in charcoal scratched:
Eeni meeni mini mo ...
bosom where the snake is hatched:
who is friend and who is foe?
Turn to heart in hideous hide,
turn to mind in waiting pride.
Turn to soul in sacred slide:
ask for Truth, encrypt-replied.
Fallen all the walls of woe,
none can stand in Love's approach.
Written on the sky, aglow,
gentle onslaught in reproach.
Cryptic curse in charcoal scratched:
bosom where the snake is hatched:
this is friend and that is foe!
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