There was an evil donkey
Out roaming the roads at night
His searching eyes were black as coal and his mane was clotted with blood
slowly and unsteady he ventured, the legs following the beat of his heart
One leg trailing behind, decomposing as he went
He was an evil donkey
Evil as the night is dark and the day is light
Only he had never seen the light of day
His only solace was the dead and dying
He would search the roads at night for warmth
For that little glow of life, that little seed of day
The evil donkey roamed the streets
And there he found, there he smelled it
That suffering soul
Not dead, but not living
It was a possum, still warm
Mangled by a passing vehicle
The possum was still, the only movement was the blood pooling out around him
Inside there was the glow still, that little piece of day that the donkey searched for
He could see the light in the eyes still, burning, begging
The donkey sucked in air, filling his lungs with the smell of desperation and pain
He could feel the glimmer of life, even the sun on his back
His eyes shimmered
Then all was done
He crushed the possum with all his might
He crushed him in to the sand and stones
He crushed his fur to bloody powder that raised to the sky
And the night was dark again, silent
There was an evil Donkey
That roamed the roads at night.....
