Snowdrop 9.2: The Chant of Entrapment
"A hook on a line, a temptation, a bean
to lure the unwary. Go fishing, my bean!
"This gift you have brought me - a jewel, a rose:
she'll dance in the moonlight to passionate dreams!
"The greatest of mercies, my thumb on your cheek;
Your scent cuts my sinews, a potion unseen.
"My old hands are cursed with the blood of bright hearts.
The old sun is dead: I must fashion it clean.
"A knife has no purpose - it sits in the hand.
This Tallyman weeps at the gushing red stream."
This brings me up to line 1958 - 42 more lines to break the 2k mark!
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