BEASTLY ME
I walked over the hills
I flew over the vales
Till I came to my place
Where my visiter awaits
The summer was burning fiery
And the school yards all bare
The lawns covered with grass
For not a soul dared to trample
But my place was in spring
Its winds cold and blissful
And before me my visiter
Mounted on her throne
I fed her with all earthly things
The soft worms and their wriggling bodies
The noisy flies and their wings spread
The fighting hoppers and their swift legs
Then I sang her a song
Soothing and watch her sleep
And wish she could dream
A sweet and perfect dream
And in my mind eyes
I see her for what she is
An angel down from heaven
To visit and grant me solace
But slowly I held her neck
While in her dreamy sleep
Having found the true me
And gave it a yank
And though in fitting tears
Her eyes and mine
I wrung her neck all around
And watch her breathe her last.
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