An Impostor
What men may know, what men desire;
Men and women, children, siblings all
A dream aspires, and God disposes,
Of the fairy tales we heard, paradise lost
An ancient mariner and thrillers alike
A man’s fancy, you may call both,
Men and women, and imaginations forth.
The story thus goes, once upon a time;
A treasure lost, the curse of goddess,
The black metal carried in numbers.
No wit could surpass, no magician,
He moved his hand, and wrought iron went gold.
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