tactic twain trudging
eerie earth moaning
gaunt goddesses grooving
per punctured feelings
on hoisted hankerings
seeped'n salient scrunchies
then mystic metamorphosis
by bully bewitched
callous crest castrating
foil fates fostering:
fighting fortune furiously
nocturnal nature spilled
callous chaos's combustion
war met leisure.
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~Note~ Inspired by Rosalind, Celia and Touchstone's arguments about Fortune and Nature as goddesses. I thereby present a fight between them. They'll keep contending though. No one to lose to the other.
From William Shakespeare's "As You like It".
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