A moment still —
the clouds shadow all
Looming, quite dominantly
Only it seemed so
The beast merely follows
Impulsion is its specialty
He had mistaken
His figure large and cumbersome
Reprisal gleamed in his eye
Crapulous and disorderly
He staggered toward them
Lashed at innocent sheep —
they stagnated
their indisposition bound them to the ground
Only moments so
the sheep are debilitated
Only instinct alone guides the beast
The blood shed is on him
Oh, how he has mistaken
He's turned himself into a beast
and demoralized, digressed even further
The realization struck quickly and swiftly, verbatim
