Internal Dialogue

The Bard emerges
With a mischievous look
Eerily silent

A puff of the cig
One hefty exhale later
He begins to speak

"You know of my name
And you know why I show up
I have seen the end

You are distracted
The prize is within your reach
Yours for the taking

I muddle your strokes
Intending to teach something
On your sleepless days

Do not ignore me
As you might still breathe your last
In this barren land."

"Help me" I reply
"I have stated my limits
I may not survive."

"What you say is true
She comes with reinforcements
Do not ignore them."

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