Spellbound

All the old masters looking down
could not foresee her victory.
We still can’t see it now.
Scarlet-eyed and spellbound.

Blinded and discarded.
The knowing ones do weave.
Salvage the thread.
Cherish the seed.

“She is returning”
“She is returning”
“She is returning”

They chant it
endlessly.

to be continued…