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