Cryptic Poesy, a mystery from ancient time contained in a riddle wrapped inside an enigma.
What mystery has Poesy? What purpose has its measured art? Why ask, “To be or not to be?”— when tragedy assails the heart? What destiny has the Poet? What future wonders wait for him? How best do his verses show it when other’s light become more dim? These hidden lines from cryptic Rime have kept the mysteries that shroud, that veil for all of arcane time, and cloak in an enigmatic cloud. These questions of old, ancient Time have plagued unwitting, darkened minds: what won’t be known in double rhyme will show itself in what Man finds.
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