we reign and roam
in intricate stone
-faced poker skies.
you raise; i’ll fold
my hands and praise
the storms that rise.
we deal and dwell
in joy that’s spelled
in sorrow’s songs.
you show; i’ll tell
the world to play,
before tomorrow’s gone.
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Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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you raise; i’ll fold
my hands and praise
I love how this line shifts the power and flips the script with a few words and a line break. Makes me think ‘of thrones’ in a whole grander sense.