A Sage's Saga

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The sky sprinkled its suffering, saline
upon a godless globe of glaring ghouls.
So, she sipped the salt to save all souls,
gathered grief in her gut, the grave gamine.
Some saw submission, some sketched her serene,
some gazed at her and glorified her goals.
And she sucked sentiment until her strolls
garnished gloom with grace, granted Gray some Green.

Her skirt she swirled as the sun shone so soon-
goring glory, looking a gilded glaive.
Some squinted at her and some she saw swoon
gaily, as her gift gushed into the grave.
Aye! Salt and the skeleton lay strewn
as God gladly gobbled all that she gave.