*sighs as he re-posts poem for the third time*
I’m really, REALLY pissed off at the Internet, in general, right now.

Self Prophecy

The optimist puts seven scrolls
Onto his Staff of Arc.
He says, “They’ll work, of course they will” —
The first goes up in sparks.
“The other ones won’t fail me though!”
And each remaining scroll leaves a mark.
The mark ‘+1’ that means success.
“Just like I thought,” he remarks.

The pessimist glances at his Slain
And half-heartedly chants
The magic on the scroll, declaring,
“It won’t work. It simply can’t.”
He looks on as scroll after scroll
Into thin air implants
Its powers, gone forever.
“I knew it,” the pessimist rants.

So next time when you settle down
To scroll that new equip —
Remember this tale of scrollers two.
And ride the optimists’ ship.