Those who hold a pen
Can shape a world

A runaway
In a strawberry field
Or a cluster of aging trees

They’ll cheat destiny
To craft the perfect world
A perfect lie
For you

They’ll capture you,
With just the lightest touch
Or from the widest range

Swivel round
Dear friend
Before it is too late

Lest I find you
Euchred
And broken
Beyond belief

How can’t you see them?

The Mythomane
As they twist and hold
Your soul

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Written for this week’s Wordle over at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. An interesting bunch of words this week but I am pretty proud that I managed to use them all.