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Far, far away Deep in the woods Filled with thick trees and tall grass Lived a man named ‘Saga’ Short and stout Noisy and loud He lived alone Screaming at the air, talking to the rain Saga lived in a cave Posing to be brave But, afraid of the loneliness How naïve! Living in the wild Far away from his tribe Alone through the woods he steered Saga was afeard He missed his wife His old, happy life And cursed the dusk When he lost his way, following the musk He cursed his daughter, Hilde Deeming her the reason he was lost in wild ‘Why did you have to be so obstinate?’ ‘Spoilt as hell, brat, ****** arrogant” Mumbling under his breath He was lost in his wrath Crossing the same eerie desire trail With misty fog and traces of hail “What a horrifying path to take Death be waiting for all treading this way” Shivering and afeard He walked rapidly till that path disappeared Days passed and nights went by He lay on the grass Watching the drifting sky Change its color from blue to brass The trees rustled and wind blew As the storm brewed Sky thundered, rivers creaked Saga listened to the forest screak. “Hellish! I am lost in these labyrinthine woods With cimmerian paths and Styngian brooks” He started towards his aphotic cave “Someone come for me and save!” The forest grew murkier and dark Deafening sounds of storm, hark! A whip just cracked Echoing the sound of a thousand claps. Saga fastened his pace In terror and haste Mud laved his feet As if mocking Saga’s hysterical retreat. “Oh! Get out of my way you muck” As he fell on his face – Shmck! Thud! flumb! squelch! splosh! deign! He flushed through the water of rain. For hours he struggled against the gush Louder and louder grew brus With each passing minute, the storm soared The forest rumbled and sky roared. Saga brawled and bawled As if trying to silence the stormy howl. Alas! all his attempts failed Unconscious soon, he sailed Where to? He would never know For the forest had already beseeched his breath Saga swam through the wild flow Into the comfortable arms of Death.
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
Kaaya_Faye_7
Vadon
Far, far away Deep in the woods Filled with thick trees and tall grass Lived a man named ‘Saga’ Short and stout Noisy and loud He lived alone Screaming at the air, talking to the rain Saga lived in a cave Posing to be brave But, afraid of the loneliness How naïve! Living in the wild Far away from his tribe Alone through the woods he steered Saga was afeard He missed his wife His old, happy life And cursed the dusk When he lost his way, following the musk He cursed his daughter, Hilde Deeming her the reason he was lost in wild ‘Why did you have to be so obstinate?’ ‘Spoilt as hell, brat, ****** arrogant” Mumbling under his breath He was lost in his wrath Crossing the same eerie desire trail With misty fog and traces of hail “What a horrifying path to take Death be waiting for all treading this way” Shivering and afeard He walked rapidly till that path disappeared Days passed and nights went by He lay on the grass Watching the drifting sky Change its color from blue to brass The trees rustled and wind blew As the storm brewed Sky thundered, rivers creaked Saga listened to the forest screak. “Hellish! I am lost in these labyrinthine woods With cimmerian paths and Styngian brooks” He started towards his aphotic cave “Someone come for me and save!” The forest grew murkier and dark Deafening sounds of storm, hark! A whip just cracked Echoing the sound of a thousand claps. Saga fastened his pace In terror and haste Mud laved his feet As if mocking Saga’s hysterical retreat. “Oh! Get out of my way you muck” As he fell on his face – Shmck! Thud! flumb! squelch! splosh! deign! He flushed through the water of rain. For hours he struggled against the gush Louder and louder grew brus With each passing minute, the storm soared The forest rumbled and sky roared. Saga brawled and bawled As if trying to silence the stormy howl. Alas! all his attempts failed Unconscious soon, he sailed Where to? He would never know For the forest had already beseeched his breath Saga swam through the wild flow Into the comfortable arms of Death.
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