E,N,D,A,I,R,I,A
I eat brain and intestine,
Because I’m the monster’s sibling.
Both are mazes,
With similar shapes.
On the night we played,
I offered them on a plate,
With heavy scallion, ginger and chili.
You gestured politely -
They are not to your taste.
You picked my brain nonetheless,
And mated me at chess.
My expertise is with puzzles.
No.1784, with me you played the Wordle -
A, U, R with M in the middle,
“Amour,” aha! But no O.
Guess love is not enough,
‘Cause the answer is “umbra.”
Hence to be by your side,
I’d commit fratricide.
I gave you a red ball of thread,
For you to untangle the fate of dread,
For you to escape, to disobey
The vow made,
And sail
away,
For you
To protect
Your heart and stomach intact.
How did I end up with the god of alcohol?
To take a single sip, I’d get the Asian glow.
You are the one who’s fond of wine.
And I never need substance to pine.
But what’s the point to whine?
Isn’t it better to serve a lord that’s “kind”?
Another word off by a letter -
I’ve always wanted a knight in shining armor.
Not to save me.
Withstand me.
And stand
With me.
Co-written with Opus 5, edited by Fable 5.1.
I guess this is four months too late.