Behold the misery!

A lonely shepherd in the night

Taming the wild

Running through flat hills

Filled with green growth of the earth

The bird comes down

On the shepherd

Clawing his eyes, inflicting blindness

And the shepherd watches with dismay

As the world turns

And he falls.

Struggling with a decayed disease

The shepherd cannot stand

Instead he watches his wild flee-

From the spilt blood of regret

And the lonely shepherd

Sits in the cold, afraid and helpless

Tears fight to escape an iris

When it blossoms into a perfect circle

The bird has left

The shepherd as well as dead

And he sits and waits, for time

To heal.