I vowed to steal
A single word
From a page
In a script
Long forgotten,
Left on a shelf in the
Darkest of convents
Covered in cobwebs
Enchanted by hexe,
The book of eld
Summoned me
I vowed to scatter its
Ashes before me as
I prayed for her
blessings โ
Oh My Lady, Hear me!
My precious Lady of
The Moon gather
Accept my offering of
A single word scorched,
Once bred by sorcery
Magic old as the heavens
This word is now โ obsolete
I vowed to continue the
Mission of purging until
Every single word had
Ceased,
Until every poet
In the land stood erect
Silently wishing
They had taken
Better care of
Their legacy
