Wordsmith.

I thought I wanted

To be a Poet

Well, now I have

A collection of Words

Potentate

 — Sultana

 — — Paladin.

Impotent,

Dried up

Pruned.

Sovereign regret buried

In halcyon rage

Weaving depictions

Into metaphors devoid.

Harlequin

 — Emissary

 — — Slave.

I thought I accrued

A collection of Words

In my haste to succeed

I found a Poet

Who made me bleed.

Stardust

 — Paramour

 — — Conquistador.

Universal wanting

In tense persuading

Advocating forms

Some truth beyond.

As if I could live.

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