Untitled (Based off “The Scarlet Ibis” by James Hurst)
The Hostile Rain which falls so cold
Creates a path of bloodstained trail
And in my arms this corpse I hold
With arms and legs so soft, so frail
Those fearful eyes so wry, so bold
Mocking my sorrowful past
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