The ibex sun prances, the moon twin soul dances,
The swift Centaur archer rises across the plains.
I leave baffled friends and foes evermore,
Thank Gods I gave each a far richer lore.
Restless am I, disloyal and untamed,
Birthday girl is not one for the endgame.
January 8th, 2021/edited February 2021 by Passenger B ©
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