A Nearly-Undefeated Rival

She told him she would love him, 
If only he would let her; 
But he was owned by fate, 
And although he knew better, 

He danced the forest, dazzling 
With his array of skills -- 
While she was left to rue that she 
Was beaten out 

By pills

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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