two stable particles in a beer’d state,
the warlock whispered excitedly,
lean against me, protect me.
he made a ceremony-
wind swept, moon shined,
autumnal pagan resonance’d.
and she glowed
in the light and the confidence
in her that he bestowed.
but the state was transient,
the collision sustained but
for a moment in time.
now, looking for the lean,
she finds the warlock gone
left only with atomic waste.
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