Gothicarus: Part VIII – A Timid Spring
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When the white came down, it was searing.
Dazzling, sparkling colors appeared.
She was terrified; she was intrigued
Was it possible the doom had cleared?
Desperation knows not to caution,
Bid oneself to be well aware,
That the shine may be a subterfuge,
Luring one into the demon’s lair.
So she cast aside all that she knew,
Dove headlong into the mirage,
And true, she found refreshment within
The shallows of his bright hermitage.
But when she strove to dig more deeply,
Increase the liquid prism’s flow,
The oasis then dried completely.
Returning the black she’d come to know.
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