Strange Happenings

by

what dost be thine bidding,

twas asked of thee,

that thine lips be effervescent,

as ether in spring,

the buds of nature,

bloom forth this winter’s end,

banishing thoughts of dread,

with  the light of the new dawn,

ne’er a thought to the drudgery,

ne’er a thought to the pallid face of boredom,

always looking forward,

without a tear shed,

for what has fallen,

a story must be told,

of things past,

the days that come,

will be filled with much joy,

thine servant will find this truth,

within each sould lies inebriation,

a consummation of light and darkness,

to bring together,

life as a whole.

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