A creature in the night.
Filled with hate, anger, sorrow
Forced to bring one
Into the shadows with him
This animal curious and full of hope
Dreaming of the day creature will step into the light
Walked into the depths of darkness,
Armed with a mirror for creature to see
Fully knowing, it might never come back.
Forsaken, the animal sworn in as a prisoner of death,
It can barely stand, broken in heart, mind, and soul
Creature, full of courage and might
Alas, able to crush the spirit within
Ugly, pathetic, drowning creature says
While looking into the mirror, spits at the animal
In the end, that animal shriveled dry
Nothing but a prune, wandering through the night
Hoping to feel the warmth of the sun again
But, all is lost… all that this creature bore
A heart not indeed, a soul, doubtful,
Never will it release his chains, for to live
This creature must watch this animal die
A pitiful satisfaction…
The goat looks back and longs for home
A place so far, wishing it never came
This is the tale of the goat who never escaped
Who believed in the good of all, left to die alone.
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