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The thin drops of rain,
Caressing his now glistening fur,
Absorbing into his flesh in vain,
Images taunted him, memories in a blur.
Revenge lurked in his serene mind,
Plotting his next steps onto her,
Until finally he was confined,
Deep, he knew, something should occur.
A sigh is echoed through the trees,
He heaved forcefully from the ground,
Branches squealed in the breeze,
Anger stabbed into him, deeper and profound.
Someone would be hurt,
He thrust his hooves beneath him,
Feeling the wet damp dirt,
Hate scampering at every limb.
Rearing he broke free from reason,
Stampeding through the mist,
Destroying his mental prison,
Pitying the ones who there exist.
Half blind with rage the wild buck,
Saw the setting flow past him,
Halting and observing his own luck,
He couldn’t hide his pleasant grim.
For before him the essence of innocence stood,
Frail and slim under his stare,
Escape, please, she should,
Instead, the fawn looked helplessly back in despair.