Monera Mason is a mischief-maker.  Her work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing abstract fiction, catalyzing shenanigans which she deploys on unsuspecting bystanders in the City of Neon. 

On Becoming a Witcher

Poem I wrote about becoming a Witcher as I played through Wild Hunt for mythology. I created Three alternative game reality narrative pieces.

Kaer Morhen, oh battle worn, and broken. 
                             Relic of departed Vesemir
                 Damaged by the icy hunt. 

Oh how your keep was Warmed 
    adored unruly child
        Daughter to the keep
            Keeper of the elder blood

What did we gain?
    In the ways of Witchers
        white wolf and ashen
To yen for family of one’s own
                  Filled with the laughter of generations
                                         Love, unbound by genie’s wish 
        The marigold's wilt to dark socercy’s faithful call

Whatmore have we lost
                   mother’s tears wreck the body 
 Sad Albert whose son's so broke
                                  Va Fail frail trial

Eye-hued: survival
               Bones harden steel
Mutations of humility 
              Found in graceful obedience

Beastirary and alchemy
            The Elemental Circle
                                  Make the man

What far away bed 
         Holds death’s destiny
              Cold as frost
                     Warm in mastery.

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