Lady Merlot

a distant wish

once denied

a chance for renewal

rebirth

but the struggle to even try makes it seem not worth it

oh lord oh lord

i haven’t what to do

please send a humble necromancer

to cast a spell

to set my head straight straight straight

from all these mischievous deviances

who to choose

of a selection of suits

all so dim and dumb

none enticing to a lady like myself

i need another lady

for it matters not who I choose but where I go and how my time is spent

but I am a mere lady

not a god in a world of only

men and gods

both of whom I loathe, but safely wish to be

oh but I see

with the necromancer’s cast I can currently concur

that men and gods are nothing but a mere elaboration

onwardly forced into cardboard boxes that were fostered into homes

homes that were fostered into war

and gods that were fostered into death

so it matters not who I choose as a suit

or the coin that I use to barter

but rather the people and the rivers

the pronouncement of creation

and the art to both foster and analyze