Venin Rondel
Inside the secret treasure box
venin sits atop an old curse.
Potent to keep the tidings terse,
a result not meant to flummox.
Thin powder on glistening rocks,
the plot twist in an ancient verse.
Inside the secret treasure box
venin sits atop an old curse.
Cold shivers linger on the docks,
as if this virus could get worse.
Do not let bad juju disperse.
With a key that energy locks
inside the secret treasure box.
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