Fools,
obviously not all of your synapses are firing
or you would realize
the impossibility of what you undertake.
You can't undo an enigma
or fathom the magician's craft.
Let me make it plain:
My husband is a granite dragon
riding
the wave of chaos
Your jealous nets will never snare him
He can walk through walls
and dance on water.
He breathes smoke
and carves mountains
But if you would persist
in your noxious exhalations of spite,
Know that I stand at his right side
and a seraph
with a shard of glass
is no small thing.
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