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When in Spring with leaves turned to green

 

Eyes, hands & face

 

There lived one man with a thirst

 

To live in the moment between space & time

 

Selling his pots and pans to get by

 

Although the years would pass he had every reason to grasp

 

The true message of his heart was found in a book

 

　

 

Inside was filled with a deep look on dreams

 

Dark conclaves of dungeons with kings & queens

 

Deep demonic screams

 

Cray's from out of the belly of Hell

 

What a strange way of a story to tell

 

Howls in the village square piercing shrieks

 

All found in this merchant's handbook

 

　

 

It will make you think perhaps take another look

 

One day the merchant was working

 

He lost his book when he wasn't looking

 

Inside he kept a hundred dollar bill for keep sake maybe for a cheap thrill

 

Now the book was gone and so went his mind

 

He once could see but now he's blind

 

The merchant was a very timid man very kind

 

But now the madness ensued he was in a heavy bind

 

　

 

A reward was posted at the local post office

 

Over the course of time he would find a knock on his front door

 

It was none other but a local minister

 

inviting the merchant to his home for dinner

 

The merchant agreed to go and at the end of their great feast

 

The minister confessed and admitted

 

For he was the one who had stolen his handbook

 

Was very tempted to draw insight for his sermons

 

　

 

For the merchants case instead of outrage he was left in a haze

 

When he came to his senses he forgave him

 

Taking the book back, to his surprise

 

there was thosand dollars inside

 

The seed he had planted a time ago grew

 

He didn't really know what to do

 

Had bitten far more then he could ever chew

 

Next thing you know the merchant made a personal donation

 

To take a break on a long awaited vacation

 

Then he wrote in his book to finish his story

 

His book finally of dreams was bound for glory