Ouroboroid Spirals
This is a silly poem I wrote in response to someone (who??) who wrote a poetry prompt with 4 Magic cards and nothing else. The cards are named in capitals.
hen you reach the point in your own Self-Reflection that you feel so disjoint that you've lost all direction; when you feel like a stranger whose presence brings danger like a Hobgoblin Captain, who knows what'll happen? If you're hunting You down as your own Predation Steward, you don't have to feel down you don't have to feel skewered. Just move on with your life to feel The Huntsman's Redemption; prepare your own knife all will feel it, no exemption. Plan your own destruction Set some Engineered Explosives then make use of the exposure and try to find closure. you don't have to forget you don't have to mourn just set down your regret as you're slowly reborn.
(Based on several named Magic cards)
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