Forsooth I, saith he unto her,
The sweetest, holy, honored songbird,
a soft little witch, perched in a tree,
crooned a chant of a lonely peace
The holy songbird wished,
that humankind's maddened minds
would cease
It made sense, saith I,
that even 'mong
the world of beasts,
there are ones who
can unsheath the
slow decline of
humans.
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