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On the tippity-top side, I WROTE THE TWENTY-FOURTH POEM. It has taken me at least six months to do so, so I am reasonably bouncing off the walls. Hopefully I get started on the next set soon! And like, plottish things!

WARNING: Unexpected plot and expected lack of punctuation.

CLAIMER: Just Merzale this time, I fear.

DISCLAIMER: Methinks the yellow/golden rose is from Beauty (Robin McKinley)? Definitely could be wrong.


Merzale: Change

the day started out like any other day
I woke up, got dressed in a normal way
but when I entered the garden, I found
a beast lying on the flower'd ground
he was hurt, bleeding, groaning like a man
and he held a yellow rose in his hand
I asked the magic (nicely) to take him inside
as he floated past, I placed a finger in his hide
I'm not sure he will wake; I hope he may
the day started out like any normal day

I go oft to see him in his room
and a darkness seems to loom
I wonder what he was doing here
I wonder if I should be in fear
for he looks fearsome and strong
though appearances are often wrong
I fret over him; I fear he may die
I hope this is not where the beast will lie
when he goes, may it not be his tomb
I go often to see him in his room


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