Down by the river a life comes to end:
The fox hunts the rabbit refusing to bend
Its hind is bleeding, its chest heaving fast
I watch and I wonder, How long will it last?
The leaves and the blossoms, they softly whisper
A sweet lullaby of meadows and springs
Pledging me closer, calling my name
But that's the elegy life always sings.
However tempting it seems to you now
To take deaths hands, to speak its vow
Don't be deceived, as I will tell you about
How the truth is far darker and starts with a fly
Which turns into worms that feast when you die.
Yet I take an arrow, I'm waiting to shoot,
Wanting to end this bloody pursuit
That is when I see the fox's frown:
The rabbit we both had our sight set on
It's to die in the river; so we watch it drown.
Believe me when I say that life's more than cruel
When a pretty lie feels like a broken jewel
So I stare and I guard and I realise:
The brighter the sun, the brighter the light
Yet I'll always know that dark is the night.
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poetry
Poesíasome words want to be seen. // mostly dark stuff, but some might find the light in them.
