This is what you might call a folly. A novelette in verse? And in terza rima, no less? One thinks of the guy who spent his life constructing a castle in his back yard out of bottle caps. This particular bottle-cap castle took me ten years to finish, after which I vanity-published it and handed it out to my friends, not wanting to waste another decade sending it around to publishers. I then, in full folly mode, decided the verse novelette wanted to be a verse play and spent another ten or so years on it. Both results are here, curiosities for the curious. They were the best twenty years my pen ever spent.