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Underworld

So luck was wished, but none was found
And now you're living underground-
But to be fair, it has been said
You rank no less than do the dead.
Down among the dust and shades
You sort your jewels into grades
Seeking one that isn't glass,
And so let hope and fear both pass,
And think of tales that, starting out,
Led to brighter days, no doubt-
But luck was wished, though none was meant
And down to dust and shades you went.


Faerie

To the tales that have an end
A cautious, careful ear you lend
Seeking words that will not scar
Among the whispers from afar-
But quiet, quiet hear their laughter:
For you there is no ever, after.

Island

The storms and winds of ill omen
Come howling to your shore again
But broke and spent that's where they'll fall
For you'll face them each and all.
Your stones while smoothed, are no less strong
And each is seated and does belong
Just where it sits to break the waves
And bash the boats of foreign knaves.
For this one truth you've always known...
Though it's a secret for you, alone.