Although late the moon has not yet begun it's decent as it had on last nights entry, there is time yet to make an entry and escape the foul beasts embrace.
The dishes are done, the clothes are washed and the ealier evenings events have all but unfolded. Let us then enter another poem I favour written by one;
The Poem is adaptly named "My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold a Rainbow" or simply "Rainbow" for short. Relax and enjoy the feelings of a man, feelings that seem to have exploded through his fingers.
A rainbow in the sky.
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
so be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
The beast seems content to rest for a time, It appears however that it has a taste for poetry, an offer of a new poem at least once a week should satisfy it's hunger. With these thoughts I slip away into a land of Shakespearian dreams.
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