parent poem: beautie & distruxion by mz. sixteen

title: three, a poem by me.

inasmuch as you have made it your own, to the edge of the glow and the top of the low,

your reward in perpetuity shall now be shown, as sinew sheathes bone, and humility atones.

an instrument honed,  its power full-grown, mighty to ink tome...  what is it?


The End

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