Corollary Written Late into the Magic Book


In an ancient chamber,

He was locked to a device

And made to drink a potion;

Then she began

An interrogation


His answers were halting,

Brief, and


She grew angry, threatened him

With turns of wheels to

Bring down spikes


He cried out

He could do no better—

For he had deceived himself so long

That the truth was not in him

To tell,

It having been tried and tried again

For such a time

That finally it fled


The eldritch liquid moved inside

As if it dripped into

Another empty vessel


She drew back

And thought about

The habitation of the tiger


C L Couch



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