Lost and ranging all forlorn the creature slowly crept,
Beyond the bounds of reason his heaviness to bear,
Lurking in a chamber by both night and day he slept,
Dreaming of a partner that was now no longer there.
He cadged a lift with company and thus was duly sent
To the happy hunting-grounds where he was badly used,
To re-enter new relationships again as it was meant,
And there he marked upon his eye a beautiful new muse.
Together they did quickly form a life-affirming team,
As a lusty appetite sent blood to new found wings,
But alas, a jealous fate did not their joy esteem
And stole away what comfort that their happiness did bring.
Thus the golden story form'd a tragedy of knocks
Which house the Bard's fair falcons in his hidden paradox.
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