Nerdcraft

Tinctures, Textures, Trammels, Trestles

Though I gave pain to whom gave me hope,
And by whose prompt I learned to cope,

(Now so ingrained is my claim to be,
Life may dawn on me, subtly.)

Still tears drop in some sober clef
That to one’s feelings I am not deaf.

I solicit therefor the Creatrix’s passion:
Care without bounds, not by ration.

That a Queen of salvific fame,
Exit harmless from cruelty’s game.