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Source: https://writers.stackexchange.com/q/40839
License name: CC BY-SA 3.0
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In spirit I have struggled long to find  
A manner fit to hold my roiling thoughts;  
A way to slowly pour them to a mold -  
And happily that manner has been found.

A writer long, inclined to stories long  
And intricate, my poetry is not  
Of brief and shining moments, gilded-gold;  
But narrative, where stanzas many throng.

Though novels I did once compose, no more.  
And even then, I timidly did not  
Successful win that phantom, promised gold -  
A book deal, and great fame forevermore.

An ugly begger, heiress lost and found -  
Or else a tragedy of ages lost  
Where myth and superstition mix. All told,  
So many thousand words each poem crowds.

Pray, reader, can you tell me where to look?  
What market is there? Fantasy but not  
in prose - my hope of publishing grown cold.  
Say, where to peddle such a verse-filled book?

Original score: 8