Poetic License to Kill
Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010At the top of this page you will see a glowing gauge
And the heigth of this gauge fills my soul with grim umbrage
‘Tis an ill that no mage
(we call them “doctor” in this age)
Could ever hope or feign assuage, nor could any wizened sage
Heal the hurt in my ribcage!
Only you, happy few, know exactly what [...]
