Rain falling
Dripdripdrip…
A pretty little fawn is drenched.


Little fawn
Taptaptap...
Hear his dainty golden hooves?


Sinful fawn
Platplatplat…
The drops fall on his white coat


Blood fawn
Blinkblinkblink...
Red eyes filled with blood


Even sinners need shade
So the darling thing thinks
He finds some rocks
To hide beneath


Little white fawn
He finds a piece of bark…
How odd, it seems!
There’s a bit writing there
Human writing. His writing.


But the letters!
They’re smudged!
How can one read?
He looks closer to find
And can’t believe what he sees


The fawn holds his breath
How can this be?
Surely it’s a joke!
They suffered they’re deaths
And he paid a toll


But his love…
He could not read!
How is this possible?
The fawn must be deceived.
Then he looks down the writing.
And his heart skips a beat.


The Priest wrote it!
Oh happy day!
It must be true then!
But what did it say?
Everything but the names…
All smudged and ruined…


But the fawn doesn’t care!
His love! Alive!
So he assumes from his name.
He scampers on out
And dances in the rain


Rain falling
Dripdripdrip…
A pretty fawn frolics


Little fawn
Taptaptap…
Hear the hooves as he laughs?


Sinful fawn
Platplatplat…
Dripping wet, he runs into about the roses


Blood fawn
Blinkblinkblink…
The blue roses look nice on him…

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...Did this in about ten minutes to 1. See how fast I could write it and 2. Because I was ultra bored.
BTW, this is based off an RP between Jergens and the Priest, where the Priest offers to write Bartleby a note telling him that he's still alive. (I'm too lazy to make a link, but it's on The Piest's bio) And I wondered... what if he did find it?
I dunno... I hate writing poetry, and this turned out... bleh... So I might delete it. I dunno *shrug*