A terzanelle of regret

I have no Piper’s charm but still, my errors trail

Like rats, they swallow me without a trace of grace

And you see a fragmented ship without a sail

The mirror now reflects a bearded, nettled face

A life filled with vicissitudes and seething hate

Like a rat, it swallows me without a trace of grace

I can’t do anything to stop this storm of fate

I’m shifted by the current, and I hit the rocks

A life filled with vicissitudes and seething hate

The jester laughs, and a deranged oppressor mocks

I lose my footing, and I fracture my weak bones

I’m shifted by the current, and I hit the rocks

The children sling a heap of mud and pointed stones

My song grows weary, and I reel, about to fall

I lose my footing, and I fracture my weak bones

I’ve never walked with giants, or stood strong and tall

I have no Piper’s charm but still, my errors trail

This song grows weary, and I reel, about to fall

And you’ll see a fragmented ship without a sail.

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