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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Inside a grotto scooped out by a wealthy earl for his seated pleasure, There sat a bard amidst the edelweiss strung 'round the hole of leisure. Fallen droplets of acidic water pitter-pattered in echoes across the cave, Slowly weathering away its leaky limestone layers as would a mason's lathe. The bard, whose unimportant name shall be dismissed, strung away at his lyre, Tickling its strings with unclipped fingertips which pick up songs from every wire. Mediocrity had once been the nemesis to the boyish bard in his recent youth, But now, after endless nights of practice, his expertise needed little proof. He grew bored, however, with the memorized music that his body hummed, From hypnotic and melodic languid limbs, which on their own had strummed. Seated that evening on the edge of the grotto's bank, He put down his lyre as both his eyes into the water sank. "I am but twenty-six years-old and I've already come to master," he pined, "Trading tales told inside of tunes; what more on Earth for me is there to dine? Have I drunk the goblet dry in but a gulp? Have I swallowed the savory pie in but a bite? And have I been denied, in gluttony, the right to dessert? Please, oh motherly moon, dearest Selene, What more is there for my life to mean?" During his pouting pitiful preponderances of apathetic patheticism, A scattered image on his own reflection distracted him from his pessimism. An eidolon of Endymion appeared before the startled bard, And he held within phantasmal hands a deck of playing cards. "My name is Endymion and I once walked awoken in Earthen woods, Until I fell in love with Hera before her husband banished me for good. I succumbed to an endless and dreamless slumber, but I can now see, You fear you already lived your life and will be put to rest like me. Yet life is but a game of Pitch, there are highs and lows and jacks and game, Which is scored in not one hand but rounds whose cards will never be the same. You've played your hand well in an entertaining trade, as you have felt, So now its time to shuffle the deck and play with cards that've yet been dealt." With that the ghost of Endymion drifted back into his eternal sleep, And the bard in the grotto grinned and eagerly forgot why he did just weep.
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