In the Company of Epiphany: Poetry

The floorboards quaked
Under the weight of Mystery
And there was Allusion
On the stairs,
Epiphany played the bagpipes
While Aptitude lounged on
The sofa

We were served tea and biscuits
By a plump Etiquette
Who reminded us in haste
That Beatitude would be late

Surely, we were distraught
At the news
For it meant we were set
To entertain Faith alone
For an entire hour,
During which she would
Tell us all how Perseverance
Longed to be a part of our

“No, no,” moaned Peace aloud,
“That would mean we’d also
Have to invite Hardship to
The after-party and nobody
Gets along with him.”

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