TaleSpin Entry #1

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Death of a Dream

-Nature’s Natural

Under the sultry glance of Moon,
Among the twinkling stare of stars,
By the thin brook, a shepherd stood
Weeping over his dead sheep’s scars.

As cold as white, as raged as red,
From his hazel eyes, drops rolled down,
Into the world’s grief, and the man
Hid in his shadow, with a frown.

A long beared weight off his heart,
He had thought of before the blow.
But it left a void in his herd,
Of which a little did he know.

Poor Fate hung her head in despair,
All her divinity in vain,
The mortal too naive for her plan,
Rejected bliss to relish pain.

There is no malice, no carnage,
In the silencing of our dream,
For they make our bustling brain bleed,
Of love, of hope, of the serene.

The morning-Sun found the killer,
Still aweried of the night’s air.
By its gaze, his abode was lost,
For the world to jibe at the pair.

Soon his pruned herd came along
With no bidders for the red grass.
And the shepherd blew his whistle,
All queued but the carcass.

Under the sultry glance of Moon,
Among the twinkling stare of stars,
By the thin brook, the shepherd stands
And just weeps, for his dead sheep’s scars

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