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Im an animal

eating animals,

not a cannibal for

he would be to kind.



Im a devil,

killing demons,

never level the house

that would be a sight.



Im a dark child,

living in the wild,

nightly visits keep

with warm hearted peasants to kind.

Men cry not for themselves,

instead selfless tears are shed

for comrades, brothers in arms,

that day would come to end.



So then very shy, in drones,

the endless suffering wander home,

that lads would stand watch

in the snow, become Men

and Comrades, Brothers In Arms,

but their lives to are

destined away,

that Day would repeat,

never to end.

Spring is knocking at my door,

so soon to bloom,

so soon to leave,

Soon it will be Summer lore,

with the warmth

in the air,

elders in their

rocking chairs,

So sudden the change

to Autumns decore,

Golden and reds,

dashes of yellow

will lift in the

winds that bellow,

But at last it is Winter once more,

often chasing whats left

of spring again,

Still knocking evermore.



Wrote in response to a VR members quote. Here's to hoping they will comment.