The Lore of Conjurer Calliope of the Heath

Bring your darkest thought out. Now, go worse,
go deeper still. Bring all your anger out
and hone it. Sharpen it. Give it a shout,
for real. Go couch it in the ancient verse
and turn on all your strengtheners. A cage
for every bestial impulse. Every hate
is catalogued, pronounced. Rendered in state
for all to see. Master and rein your rage
and draw it out. In time you’ll find the trick
and summon beings portent and profound
to sacred missions. Terrible the sound
of cold despair. The effort makes you sick
but still you conjure syllable to next
and steer to shore, one second from the wreck.

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