Great Poetry

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Tale of Lucid Lucius Pt. I

There's no greater tale told
Then the one about Lucid Lucius
Dreams were his realm
He could plant a small sapling in a man's mind
It would lay down its roots and a tree would spring forth
which changed probability itself
His words were honeyed
Silky smooth silver tongue
Skillfully slithering snakelike
into a man's memory palace
placing fractious fragments of illusion causing
illness, making fools of geniuses and the gormless

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The Tale of Lucid Lucius Part II

The gormless held spellbound by his skill
He bobbed and weaved through words
He ran circles round rivals, leading them to the death knell
He was so drunk on power,
he did not notice his final hour draw near
Lucid Lucius laughed and lived
Loved and lost
Lusted and took what he wished
Dreams were his realm
Dreams he destroyed and illusions he crafted
There is no greater tale told
than the tale of Lucid Lucius
And the tale's end draws near.

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The Tale of Lucid Lucius Part III

And so, now, our tale nears its end
A tale told, not by tall talkers
Making brave men run away with their tails tucked away
Told by scarred men beside the fire
The dying embers of the flame strong enough
To lure his ghost back into the fray
The ghost, the ghost of Lucid Lucius
Laughed in even death
For he said, a man does not go quiet to the God of Death
He rages against the oncoming darkness
And as above so below
Here ends the Tale of Lucid Lucius
There is no greater tale told