cautionary Pale

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the night was young in the beginning of the world
and I sought for peace in the arms of my Lord
but his sword-sheath hurt the soft of my skin
and the white owl’s talons did the hare in

when the howl of the rabbit echoed through the vale
as the cougar’s teeth sank deep into its shale
the hunter swore at the evasion of his trap
and the ghost of the beech tree bled black its sweet sap

in the dark of the bear cave red glowing eyes
peered forth to take the cat by surprise
a yowling sushriek made me stiffen with fear
and pray mighty hard that my momma was here

walk never alone in the depths of Mind’s Woods
there are creatures there that have not red blood
the happiness is of unearthly content
and the sights are no doubt but most are hell-sent

Fear breeds none but Fear
Doubt tells no good thing;
Heaven hath no angel
That of Evil would sing.
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