The Rune is broken
The Rune is bent
All that magic
Spent/Unspent
Misdirected
Thought deflected
Mis-erected
into a billion
cracks and shards,
unsung by Bards;
52,000 unshiffled cards
The Rune is broken
but do not fret
There’s plenty of Magic
to be destroyed yet.
Frogs into Princesses cursed
Fireballs (who fired first?)
Gold to grow in royal treasuries
(But tax the peasants ceaselessly;
let’s not violate the nature of things.
Overprice the food,
Lice the rude,
And if, with the aid of earthquakes and hail,
And Zombies cold and Vampires pale
And break aprt that silly Moon,
and bloom,
o bloom, The Broken Rune.