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[bodytext] => On his wall hung hope and joy; mounted like a duck decoy! Among the trophys in his den; Collected living specimens; of unused joys no longer free; Love, and virtue, empathy. Taken from the souls of men; Who had long abandoned them; In pursuit of wealth and fame; left unopened they became; Fodder for his rare collection; Salvaged without man’s detection. A junkyard of unused emotions; Trust and faith and deep devotions. Trapped in cases on display; Like butterflies in time delayed. As his apprentice he chose me; To carry on his legacy. The world was growing dark and chaste; For he had stripped it in his haste; Of all the mortal dreams of man; He sold them now like contraban! For a price he’d custom blend; All emotions that would mend; Any motivation feigned; Assured success to your campaign! Joy mixed with Anticipation? optimism and elation! Trust and Fear would yield submission; A pinch of Sadness for Contrition. Awe and Fear would bring Surprize; Sadness made it crystalize; By boiling off the Hope and Trust; It thickened into black Disgust! Suspense and Shock, he often said; A Pinch of Panic soaked in Dread; Could conjure up such bodily harm; Would stop men dead with sheer alarm! Alas I overcooked dispair; Insult, shame, rejection, there Was too much pity and neglect; Too late to add hope and respect; It bubbled over thick and dense; Dread and terror so intense; It flashed into a deadly sin! Wrath boiled up from deep within; It climbed the walls and crossed the ceiling Consuming every joyful feeling! I ran to get the master cook; He knew at once my fearful look! Still it spread from room to room; Leaving each a blackened tomb; Nothing stopped its’ deadly quell; Onward marched this unleashed hell; Ore the grounds and toward the street; Felling all who sought retreat! Til it came upon a child; Innocent and undefiled; The strength of love thus undisguised; Beheld within these liquid eyes; Brought defeat by tender rapture; Only purest love could capture. Did we have a happy ending? Did man find a path to mending? Who am I to summarize; What you can see with your own eyes! All I offer is a fable; Parting thoughts set on your table; Mankind’s gift to life is reasoning; And he alone controls the seasoning! [comments] => 5 [counter] => 213 [topic] => 40 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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