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Artemis Fowl was a man of reason
As everybody knew him to be
But one illness had changed all that
In ways that no one could see
Even when he’d been diagnosed
And was slowly being treated
The superstitions he’d believed in
Still left him defeated
After he was declared cured
He still found numbers repeated
In his head over and over again
His treatment seemingly not completed
After all
Black cats as bad luck
All the things he scoffed at
Now a daily part of his life
Irrational, but he already knew that
But it wasn’t all bad
Having something to believe in
Four leafed clovers as good luck
Was it really such a sin?
Either way, he made sure no one found out
Couldn’t bear it if they knew
Knew how much Foaly would mock him
Endlessly along with a select few
So he kept it to himself
Went on with life
Pretending as if these superstitions
Didn’t cause him strife
And in truth they really didn’t
He ignored it anyway
Except sometimes when Holly came over
And only four words she’d say
Then and only then
Did he end up having a bad day