Step into the armory
the wizard told me.
I gazed round the room
‘’ What kind would you like?’’
he asked.
‘’ I think I’d like armor
a lot stronger than
the normal sort
the kind that keeps out the dreaming
the hoping
and most importantly the loving
the kind that would give me
a heart as hard as diamonds
a heart, always, always
whole.
He was still for a moment
then he asked me
another question.
He asked me if I wanted to be
like Morgan Le Fay, like Circe
or just dead?