Crucible for a Craft

Making a mask mainly for the mirror,

Familiar chant sweetly filling my ear—

A couple drops there, a couple drops here,

That scream solitude is something to fear.

 

Taking my liquid courage to cry,

Beatless, stone-cold heart to belie.

 

The next best thing to my true friend—

Writing the craft, legend to upend.

 

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