Windswept meadows delivering promise,
Pewter blades have no effect,
Overpowered by sheer beauty,
Was more that he could expect.
Eyes gaze at themselves,
Sauntering off into the blue,
Withholding all that is good,
Remembering all that was true.
Drifting slowly into a fairy tale,
Sparrow breaks the silence,
Living in the moment,
Thunder now heard in the distance.
Tumblers comming to the forefront,
Time seems to stand still,
Lights flash with horror,
Spine starts to tingle, body starts to chill.
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