As I wonder forest weary
Yonder spot a faun grown dreary
So I passed to her my query
Why doe eyes so wet?

She looked to me and then she said
All others flee from me in dread
Perhaps it is because I'm dead?
Further tears she let.

For this faun the pain grows worse
I feel as if my heart will burst
Surely happiness comes first?
Now my mind is set.

Lets walk with her; my mind did say
Until another comes to play
We'll spend the afternoon away
I have paid their dept.


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>>Since the creation of the poem of Baal; I have since brought forth another . Only this one is for the little faun whose death was truly the inspiration for us all.(as strange as that sounds ^^ ) I commend you on your sacrifice little one. Live on in the light.


until another,

Eran

From darkness come the sinful one
Who's guilty deed twas like a gun
Set fire the land like blazing sun
Forever gone the stagnant haze

The mob they come- hard blows strike true
To give the devil deer his due
The rage of faunling death anew
Chased Round about the forest maze

My thoughts they chase the lands of then
I feel soon comes the calm again
The stagnant haze of yester when
Wash way the old on morrow gale

I know not of this deer they seek
Perchance one day ill glance a peek
While others heal the land that reek
Bring dawn the ever sinful Baal



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>>Related to the Baal/Faun happenings about.

>> From one story to the next- I found myself perched on the ends of my chair, waiting with baited breath for more to come...so...in this process of waiting; I've devised a bit of poetry. Time well spent I say. ^_^ Hope you all enjoyed.

Signed, a minor poet

Eran