The Fate of Words

A lustful romance
Probes the mind
Singing and dancing
It searches the castle
For the rarest of words
Those specially reserved for
magic, love, elegance and dance
It carefully tailors them for a form fit
Buffs them to a high shine
Curates them until theyíre worthy of their message.
Then sends them off with a kiss

Retreats to the dungeon
Finds words long starved and left for dead
Lines them up in haphazard order
Then marches them out in the cold
To execute their duties
Of carrying a withered message
And face a lonely death

But Crisis
Crisis goosesteps through the mind
Grabs every word it encounters
Stacks them into a heartless pile
Douses them with gasoline
And turns itís back on their screams as they burn the mind down.
Written by Nilknarfar
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