Poetic Conversations: 2

Him: Seems like it’s another day
The deed is done and the ship got away
For it drifts in a steady dream
Oh come back because time is grim

She grasps for air as she heard the news
Her ship gone without any clues
Panic and suspense filled the room
For she doesn’t know the problem is loom

Him: He sharpens his sense for the next defense
A witch is coming just across the fence
Oh boy someone’s dead now
For the ship sets sail in the bowl

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