Bewildered Trust
A little of the moon the sparkle of stars to brush with faith,
In friendliness fell in line with a shooting stars gait,
Sorceress melts and delights with her strategist mate;
Missed priorities confined to surrogate bumpkins fate.
Endearing jolt in mused lightening falling from grace,
Smothers earthly love to unwind a victory parade,
Tempts disaster to look for freedom in friendly place;
An oracle says she can never usurp or degrade.
Lovers are morons for they know not the truth of life;
Ego less friends our true lies in an ethical strife.
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