The Trial of Rumpelstiltskin

The spinning wheels of Ostara turned to weave
Pyrrhus’ abyss with a simple Truth:
Not all Victory is merit
Not all Defeat is nullity;
Without temerity, status quo to austerity
Without fortuity, insight freezes.

The spinning wheels of Ostara turned to glide
Into the hands of the Tracassin an untold tale:
Not all Intuity is lucidity
Not all Ambiguity is obsolescence;
Without maturity, another piece of gossip
Without sagacity, an echo in perpetuity.