Rubicons and Oubliettes
The threshold of my Rubicon,
a thousand times been crossed!
For though I've lost I've also won
at such a dire cost.
Locked inside my oubliette,
covered in frost, I cannot feel.
I pace and fret, and shan't forget-
I'm but a cog in a greater wheel...
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2014
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