Once upon a time in a land so full of gray
there lived a man in a house so far out the way.
The man was happy with every living moment.
His wife was pretty and had no coin spent.
There was always food on the table and a fire in the stove.
The house was plenty warm, just like a singing clove.
Then one fateful day, to the man’s surmise.
He saw his wife lying dead with his own two eyes.
And how this tale can get so tragic.
The fire that caught his house seemed like magic.
It all fell apart, you see, in a matter of seconds.
And all the man could do was pray and beckon.
But the divine had forsaken him as they were gray as well.
He could not have any color, and must surely be felled.
And so they broke him on a whim.
That is the story of the Gray Man Hymn.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Once upon a time in a land so full of gray
there lived a man in a house so far out the way.
The man was happy with every living moment.
His wife was pretty and had no coin spent.
There was always food on the table and a fire in the stove.
The house was plenty warm, just like a singing clove.
Then one fateful day, to the man’s surmise.
He saw his wife lying dead with his own two eyes.
And how this tale can get so tragic.
The fire that caught his house seemed like magic.
It all fell apart, you see, in a matter of seconds.
And all the man could do was pray and beckon.
But the divine had forsaken him as they were gray as well.
He could not have any color, and must surely be felled.
And so they broke him on a whim.
That is the story of the Gray Man Hymn.
Just a little cold rhymes and assonance.
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