Sonnet by venerable-master emperor 4, piano arrangement, performance, and video montage by Marc-Alexandre Gagnon. Dedicated to Angela B., whose joy supreme is a contagious foodstuff from the heavens.
Magic
This fleeting game which feeds upon our souls
gives us powers arcane of sage wizards warlike
to slay a friend or bless a foe. The die rolls
and claims the devil's digit. Does it like
the rushing waters or a sturdy dike?
No longer flow; the river has dried up
Like my throat as I crooned to the mic.
I grabbed his deck; he whimpered like a pup.
What evil spell has Marbles joined with War?
My only hope: that aggies interrupt
the power of the cards to make me sore.
I feel it leaves my bank account corrupt,
But hands to me a suitcase full of cash,
And vanish, I, with thunder and a flash.
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