The white paper inside it wasn't sub rosa
Anymore when it cracked;a fortune cookie
It was and made her all compos mentis to
Know that clouds and lightnings would dance,
Bacchanalian Poseidon would bring waves
For this was one magnum opus,the fates
Could cut with their Machiavellian cloaks.
//Clouds and blues could remind her of Atlantis but when it comes to fates and stories, chacun à son goût would be Gods.//