There’s a sage in my house, thy must beware.
If she catches hold of you with that stare,
t’will fall into a void beyond compare.
But come to think of it, you’re already there.
“What’s a sage you ask?” That’s only fair.
Just the dweller that lives in every lair.
Come to show the world the Goddessware.
You are free to try it on, if you dare.
Wander into One, which is not that rare.
Since home is now and you are heir.