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Wardsby Eric Marin
Sentenced to a prison
of artificial shrubbery,
they steal low-carb candy
and cast weak illusions
to irritate mortal passersby --
once deadly
relics of an
age lost to
science and progress.
Their AI keepers sigh
and shake their
virtual heads,
waiting in vain
for their immortal
wards to make amends.
All the while the unseelie
test their electronic bonds
And bide their unending time.
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When he's not practicing law, spending time with his family, or listening
for Pan's pipes on the wind, Eric Marin writes fiction and poetry. He also
publishes the speculative fiction and poetry webzine Lone Star Stories
(http://www.lonestarstories.com) and the speculative poetry review webzine MultiVerse (http://multiverse.erictmarin.com).