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The Sun set in the West,
as it was supposed to do.
Why are you here,
disputing that too?

You are a known liar,
no questioning you,
for the damage you've done,
harms all of us too.

May I tell you a story,
of a long time ago,
when myths were real,
and adventures were so,

fantastic to read,
let alone go,
to the end of the world,
for the big show.

An early time,
in the life of Man,
or all Humans,
you must understand.

A time of joy,
a time of strife,
when a husband,
searched for a new wife.

Not all woman,
are stronger than she,
but this lovely one,
was stronger than he.

Her strength, in numbers,
was the shape of her hand,
she caught all the tear drops,
which fell on this land.

(Continued)

A story so strong,
it would never fail,
for it was only once,
when you could hail.

Love of another,
more beautiful, than thee.
Love from the many,
who could make you flee.

Flee this world,
which we now see,
full of sadness,
and no civility.

Go from this place,
you poor excuse for a man.
Quit abusing your power,
which you don't understand.

When stars collide,
creating a new fate,
you must move swiftly,
before it's too late.

Strike when the
iron is hot,
or just forget it,
for it's not.

Long the difference,
from my heart to you.
If I can't be there,
what will I do?

May I ask, of you,
just for today,
to please,
let the pain go away.

The processing of grieving,
will always remain,
different, from each other,
it matters not the twain.

We all have our,
method of saying goodbye.
It's important we do,
as we always must try.

A snake, a serpent,
a dragon, for three,
sat in a circle,
trying to see.

What was the reason,
for our visibility,
which was one of fear,
when it should not be.

We are good creatures,
we know it is true,
but our images were destroyed.
How do we fix? What can we do?

Remove from the Fables,
which soils our name.
Give us some credit,
which we can retain.

Make stuffed animals,
which are scary, not.
Give it your all,
for it's all we've got.

Alas and alack,
the deal wasn't made,
so be careful outside,
don't lay in the shade.

Dance to the full moon,
letting everyone know,
a bright day is coming,
so, gather friends for the show.

Moonlight dancing, from
a long-ago life,
was filled with romance,
when courting a wife.

What in the world,
was I thinking of?
A new life, with another,
when there wasn't any love.

At least not on my part,
I retreated from there,
for It's not my job,
to go everywhere.

Write for me on the morrow.
Write for me today.
Write to me about love,
Which will not go away.

If you write within the window,
of any early, evening moon,
it means you will be with me,
ere tomorrows, noon.

A prolific writer,
who does simple prose,
using Winters physical light.
Costly, I suppose.

What kind of man,
what kind of brain,
would write about others,
while his world would remain.

He was a happy man,
with, a sadness inside,
where memories were born,
after a love had died.

Sometimes a small thought can
manifest itself into a fantasy.
I should re-write this into a story.

Trip the light fantastic,
please don't fall out of bed,
for I need to see you,
before you have fled.

Please tell me tomorrow,
if you still feel this way.
If you don't, I'll understand,
then I'll go away.

You mean more to me,
than my words can say.
If the feeling is mutual,
then, here I'll stay.