Corollary Written Late into the Magic Book
In an ancient chamber,
He was locked to a device
And made to drink a potion;
Then she began
An interrogation
His answers were halting,
Brief, and
Unsatisfying
She grew angry, threatened him
With turns of wheels to
Bring down spikes
He cried out
He could do no better—
For he had deceived himself so long
That the truth was not in him
To tell,
It having been tried and tried again
For such a time
That finally it fled
The eldritch liquid moved inside
As if it dripped into
Another empty vessel
She drew back
And thought about
The habitation of the tiger
C L Couch
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