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The innocents falling prey for the cunning... |
| Far across the river was a spotted deer Her golden skin shone and the spots were crystal clear Deep in her sparkling eyes The glitter of rays enticed Lost in the woods she seemed Looking out for help, here and there she restlessly leaped She was such a beauty, which one would have only dreamt The fear and innocence was very much evident Strolling across a pond in twilight Looked as though the celestial torch had put her in limelight Anticipating that she'd run into someone she knew Walked into a thick jungle about which she had no clue Suddenly facing her was the deadly beast His message was clear - "Here is my feast" With a glossy makeover, he beckoned her into his den In an hours time she was all bones and skin Felt that she was chastised For her innocence and sanctity that naturally prevailed Reminds me of a cynical adage The innocents are the ones first to be gauged The promise of tomorrow perish Bitterness of the past continue to ravish |