There is always beauty and order
A symmetry to re-establish itself.
The world is not all that crummy
Says spinster poet in small hours.
The old stoic in Rome is calmly lit
In exile, enough to console mom.
World is not where all roads lead.
One braved small hours of squall.
Do not ask where she get her info.
A world is not always so crummy
Says a spinster in between yarns
Readying to wear wretched cloak.
We are fine with all our black grief
And so much crumminess around.
There are always some light hours
A few episodes in general drama.
Do not ask where she gets her info.
She does not remember her quotes.
All her quotes are hardly inverted.
World is not such a crummy thing.